<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:18:27.793+08:00</updated><category term='-'/><title type='text'>All Around Patricia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-3263393207797903747</id><published>2012-01-12T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T23:07:37.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is blood inspiring?</title><content type='html'>Well, apparently, the only thing I did last Christmas was watch Grey's Anatomy just so I could give the cd back to Francis. Believe me, I never wanted to watch it.... But it was so compelling! I just can't describe how I feel while watching it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to take a course with relation to English, Literature and Communication (liberal arts so i could continue on to law school). But that Meredith Grey person is just breaking my shiz. I'm lucky I took up courses that both are pre med and pre law! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-3263393207797903747?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3263393207797903747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-is-blood-inspiring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3263393207797903747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3263393207797903747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-is-blood-inspiring.html' title='Why is blood inspiring?'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-6093174504049583553</id><published>2012-01-03T02:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T02:45:36.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimistic Neurons.</title><content type='html'>How was everyone's new year's celebration? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I found myself staring at the mirror. I dare not to ask myself.. Wait, before this becomes a corny self-worth realization kind of post, I just have to tell you that I have nothing against the new born 2012 and this purely about how I am going to face everything this year has in store for me. I dare not to ask myself about my university application forms, but I did anyway. I can't face things like this at such an early age.. That being said, I can't face anything at all. Sure I can climb trees and handle a knife or whatever but this is different. This thing literally scares me to death. I don't know how I'd face my parents if even a single university would just throw me off. I need to pass. I have to. I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder again. I do have a strong grip on God. I don't always pray but I go to church every Sunday, unless we can't find the time. I've asked for a lot of things, like good grades. I don't know if it really happened but I'm sure I was given other opportunities to show myself to the other people. Not to my school wherein everyone cares about the paper. He's given me things I know I never could've done. So right now, why stay awake and do nothing? Why not pray? Well, I have. I think prayers are just wishes, though they're more sensible. I do hope and pray that I get to pass, and since I haven't been making my parents proud of me lately, this is my only shot. To pass the USTET, ACET and DLSUCET. I've been getting opportunities so much and I'm already satisfied. I admit, I haven't been getting good grades since I was a sophomore and I blame myself for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that what is happening to me now is the work of God. If I can't cut through the line, then I don't know what else to do. I can't take every different opportunity God has to give me. I can't say I have had enough 'cause it's always wonderful to see and do other things but I think I need to let go of them just to get a hold of what I really want and need right now. Not only I get to have this feeling of pride, I also get to make my parents happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote in my essay for the ACET that after bad things, good things come. Like how I can't even do&lt;br /&gt;anything to my grades but I get to be a part of competitions (something that even people on the paper can't be a part of).  So I wish I get to have this, 'cause my three years weren't something I should be proud of.. And this is, again, my one and only shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this isn't what God wanted for me, then I know there's something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are feeling the same thing.. In which ever form, may that be getting a job, going through tough times or in my case, anticipating through univ. test results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-6093174504049583553?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6093174504049583553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2012/01/optimistic-neurons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/6093174504049583553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/6093174504049583553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2012/01/optimistic-neurons.html' title='Optimistic Neurons.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-2603952328046090562</id><published>2011-10-18T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T11:12:48.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Psychology Project: My Most Unforgettable Experience</title><content type='html'>I have had my fair share of experiences and most often, I let it all pass me by because of the thought that I can’t contain everything anymore. Leaving its entirety behind, I still have my mental and neurological neurons to store most of the clear memories inside me while I live and let new ones come and make its way inside my head yet again.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; The most unobstructed was my memory of my grandmother. It was my memory of her dying and knowing everything about it through a phone call. As ignorant and naïve as every little girl was, I tried to be a perfectionist child. Overlooking what was on the inside, I wanted my hair fixed to the core –braided.. everyday. I wanted my shoes to be shiny. My socks without creases. I tried to reflect all the things I thought my grandmother had.  And again, as ignorant and naïve as every little girl was, I tried to be a perfectionist child. But I was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with the guidance of my grandmother. Every step of the way, she was there to guide me and help me bring my foot up to the next step. The time came when I knew I was learning little by little. I was beginning to be whole. A few years later, I had realized that I am never going to be her. We’re never going to look alike. We’re never going to have the same things. But even if that was impossible, she showed me how I could be like her. How I would be the woman she was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything is said and done, the person we become is the person we are going to be after the first tragedy happens. You can never take it back but you can look back at what has happened. After they told me that my grandmother had met her unfortunate end, I couldn’t help but cry. I didn’t stop crying until I was able to see her. Restless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother leaving the world had done two things to me. It has taught me that what I was feeling was love. Not sorrow. If I hadn’t been close enough to her, I wouldn’t have known what that sick, painful yet wonderful feeling was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, it taught me to value all the things around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it had brought me all the pain in the world, I knew that life wouldn’t always be as I wanted it to be. It had taught me that love is different. If I haven’t known what love was at an early age, I wouldn’t have been able to guard myself now. And if I haven’t experienced my first heartbreak, then I wouldn’t have known how to value every little thing I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is what molded me to be the person I am today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could forget about the socks now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-2603952328046090562?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2603952328046090562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-psychology-project-my-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/2603952328046090562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/2603952328046090562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-psychology-project-my-most.html' title='My Psychology Project: My Most Unforgettable Experience'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-5503946738471740554</id><published>2011-09-01T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T15:21:29.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glenda Farrell, Mean Girls and Outcasts.</title><content type='html'>You know, social sites have the power to change everything into a simple something just using words. May that be a hate or praises. Today, I got my own taste of what I think those social sites represent. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received a message from someone who was trying to protect her identity on Tumblr. The message said: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;give me advices about loners friendship and fights and missing ppls&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxjDJDMtsxs/Tl98XZWW4vI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Jyoyrjd8KBA/s1600/tumblr_lke44dB6Pe1qgl509o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxjDJDMtsxs/Tl98XZWW4vI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Jyoyrjd8KBA/s400/tumblr_lke44dB6Pe1qgl509o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647369199129387762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girl on the picture is Glenda Farrell. She is a character from One Tree Hill who calls herself a loner. I didn't have any idea what a loner was until she was created and immortalized and was played for about 10 times on my TV screen. Looking at that picture, she looks happy.. smiling.. and probably a bit flirty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LONERS AREN'T LONERS. Loners don't want to be alone.. Though they tend to be because they've already pictured themselves as what they think people think of them. (Do you follow?) They try to reconstruct themselves into something that they think people would have thought of them already as that way. Loners need people, too, of course, yet they tend to be negative all the time and isn't able to share good spirit that the others need and want. Loners aren't loners. Remember that. And that is the kind of loner Glenda Farrell is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRIENDSHIP AND FIGHTS. Anyone here who thinks that a fight/argument happens because of the mistake of only the other person/side is stupid, SELFISH and does not know the real meaning of friendship. If you and your friend are in a middle of an argument and you just throw all the bad things at her/him, think again. THINK AND REMEMBER WHY YOU ARE MAD AND WHY SHE/HE IS MAD. Don't be selfish and call him/her the bitch, jerk, asshole or whatever words you say. Because in the first place, there is a reason why that argument happened. Stop calling names when you, yourself, exemplify and fully represent the word. Stop doing it just so you could make yourself feel good by blaming and putting it all on him/her. Stop saying it just because you think it's only the other one's fault and not yours. STOP IT because you know it's now only him/hers but yours, too. FRIENDSHIP (&amp;amp;) FIGHTS HAPPEN. A LOT. The only thing that would be able to help you is yourself and your friend you had an argument with. Tell her/him you are sorry and don’t forget to let your guard down and lessen your pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND OUTCASTS. Sometimes they are the social climber who looks for friends and sometimes they would be the friends everyone will look for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-5503946738471740554?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5503946738471740554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/09/glenda-farrell-mean-girls-and-outcasts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5503946738471740554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5503946738471740554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/09/glenda-farrell-mean-girls-and-outcasts.html' title='Glenda Farrell, Mean Girls and Outcasts.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxjDJDMtsxs/Tl98XZWW4vI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Jyoyrjd8KBA/s72-c/tumblr_lke44dB6Pe1qgl509o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-4997759594209112165</id><published>2011-07-12T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T19:06:56.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titanic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yw2S-_b0gI8/Thwqv5dKp_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/GapdFs0yy_0/s1600/10460%252Cxcitefun-titanic-paper.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yw2S-_b0gI8/Thwqv5dKp_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/GapdFs0yy_0/s400/10460%252Cxcitefun-titanic-paper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628420636671649778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, ohh! Look what I just found. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-4997759594209112165?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4997759594209112165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/07/titanic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4997759594209112165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4997759594209112165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/07/titanic.html' title='Titanic.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yw2S-_b0gI8/Thwqv5dKp_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/GapdFs0yy_0/s72-c/10460%252Cxcitefun-titanic-paper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-1270464016949226888</id><published>2011-07-09T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T21:29:47.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revision.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgKJjt7uHvE/ThhW0GSz1BI/AAAAAAAAAPo/p-4dciaxwZs/s1600/image.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgKJjt7uHvE/ThhW0GSz1BI/AAAAAAAAAPo/p-4dciaxwZs/s400/image.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627343187442127890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I met a girl named Patricia. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's redoing everything on here. She'll catch up with all of you soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Patricia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-1270464016949226888?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1270464016949226888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/07/revision.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1270464016949226888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1270464016949226888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/07/revision.html' title='Revision.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgKJjt7uHvE/ThhW0GSz1BI/AAAAAAAAAPo/p-4dciaxwZs/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-2639177761713136453</id><published>2011-07-01T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T21:09:16.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Downside of Things</title><content type='html'>I can't take senior life anymore. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to talk about how badly I hate some of my subjects but I can't because I've written down some information about my blog (yes, the url and the some some) on my Psychology journal WHICH I just passed to our teacher earlier. -___-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today, we had a real taste of Physics and I think it's very interesting. We just started Math with Probability. See, I have three sets of calculator, a blue one (for emergency purposes only, always on my bag), a black one (at home use) and the grey one (I always forget where I put this, by the way.) And those calculators have no help at all. I just can't multiply 20(19)(18)(17) and so on all by myself at a limited time. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the academic torture begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Hi, July. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-2639177761713136453?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2639177761713136453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/07/psychology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/2639177761713136453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/2639177761713136453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/07/psychology.html' title='The Downside of Things'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-1899250679524752639</id><published>2011-05-21T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T21:49:50.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie Apocalypse.</title><content type='html'>Well, I have been egocentric enough not to relate to ya'll about what has been happening to me. I haven't been on this for about a month and a half and I kind of feel new to all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I really hate about humanity is how people are moved to believe this Judgment day thing and how some man could just predict the end of the world, even. That is just plain stupid. I may sound really rude but I know no one could EVER predict the end of the world.  Yes, I am Christian. And that Harold Camping person is, too. But I won't go running around the world telling the other inhabitants that the world &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; end even though I know full well that I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; am&lt;/span&gt; a believer of Jesus Christ. I don't know why people are so delusional. Everything that has been told about the end of the world is non-sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ramble is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-1899250679524752639?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1899250679524752639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/05/zombie-apocalypse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1899250679524752639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1899250679524752639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/05/zombie-apocalypse.html' title='Zombie Apocalypse.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-3505149257451409202</id><published>2011-03-29T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T16:14:23.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I prayed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;with blue and purple flowers on my bunned hair. With purple and blue sash on top of my white shirt and stockings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I executed endless spins, did running in circles and put my hands up with some of my fingers obnoxiously limp and pointed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I moved with my friends while Jesus was on top us. We graced the dancefloor with the help of an amazing guidance counselor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day formally started with us after the procession and we showered everyone with God's presence with ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations, graduates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I still have to think about where my writing should go. I might go for journalism at college. But I don't want to give up the scientific part of my brain. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-3505149257451409202?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3505149257451409202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/03/today-i-prayed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3505149257451409202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3505149257451409202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/03/today-i-prayed.html' title='Today, I prayed..'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-3433072132826888487</id><published>2011-03-25T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T13:07:59.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am constantly told that I'm lucky because I get to experience the little joys of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was special because of three reasons. One, I turn sixteen today. Two, I get to celebrate it with the people I love. And lastly, I went home happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been subjected to experiences in which I still need the help of others. And those 'others' are the people I sought my refuge from. Years and years, I seek of happiness from what I am trying to do and I have never really realized that you won't find it. My happiness comes from the little things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passing my Mathematics test isn't happiness for me. It isn't life. Life is knowing how to use the calculator because you need it. Life is laughing terribly infront of many people, being stupid. Life is knowing how to cook sausages, not fancy dinner meals only set on a fancy plate with the whole thing on the middle and some fancy designs on the sides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today has reminded me again of the great things --this time, we-- people experience. I'm happy to be around the people I love as I go through another chapter of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to share pieces of my life to them as I unwind and send them to hysterics as I called them stupid because they didn't know what underwater meant or how a jumpshot was done. Or laughing loudly because of accidentally seeing the underwear of a stranger. Or pulling each other under the water. Or putting too much sunblock that we're no longer our skin color. Or how Louis had cramps everytime we're going swimming. We ate food that you will never see in a fancy restaurant. we ate the food happily, deliciously and tummy-ly because we don't need to pay hundreds for one meal. We took pictures underwater and laughed again and again because of how obnoxious we look and because of those tiny bubbles coming out of our noses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thank you. Thank you for making this day special. Mama, Papa, Sanding. ♥ &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Louis, Gilson, Kris, Francis, Miggy, Joshua, Renz, Abegail, Cielo, Arianna, Mariah, Aa, Ashley, Angelica, Maribeth, Mika, Pauline, Elijah, La Reyn and Marc. Thank you because you went and enjoyed my treat (And Francis', too).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thank you to all those who greeted and wished me a happy birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La Reyn, I know you'd be leaving a month from now. We've never really had a proper conversation but I'll surely miss you, especially now that we have pictures together for me to go back through. We laughed together and I enjoyed those underwater shots even though some are blurry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Some of you might not see your name because according to 'some (again)', it's going to be fatal. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-3433072132826888487?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3433072132826888487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/03/sixteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3433072132826888487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3433072132826888487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/03/sixteen.html' title='Sixteen.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-9094827082500188623</id><published>2011-03-15T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T21:16:23.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terms, Diction and March.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday has reminded me of the great things teenagers celebrate once in a while. I enjoyed the whole afternoon with two of my friends at school. We talked about the stranger sides of life while they were eating their piece of food and I was seating comfortably on a stool, in a squatting position while my eyes moved to the direction of the person I shared few of the most annoying, funniest and interesting moments I'd ever have to deal with in my life.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I describe the whole &lt;i&gt;afternoon&lt;/i&gt; as hot, sweaty and insanely confusing. I could feel the heat burning every part of my body (not the insides like my stomach and my veins lol). There wasn't a place where sweat did not come out of my face, though sometimes I think it's the result of skin malfunction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On the other side of the world, I describe the &lt;i&gt;afternoon with two of my friends&lt;/i&gt; as fun. As I have said, they were eating while I was on a stool, in a squatting position. One of the highlights of the day was the 'terms'. This terms started all the reasons why I am writing write now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All the overwhelming rumors about Callan McAuliffe was jolted by my 'sudden' information that he is, indeed, an atheist. I then received a long "ooh?!" from Elijah, whom I share my admiration towards the actor. La Reyn gave her own information saying Skandar Keynes is, too, an atheist. I gave back a longer "oooohhh???!!" and then I said Daniel Radcliffe is an atheist and got the long 'ooohh?!" again. We then expressed our disappointment and laughed at Callan's statement on his twitter saying he'd pray for Japan even though he is an atheist. Who would he pray to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Unknowingly, saying atheist too much results to the mentioning the name of a Filipino fruit called ATIS which is 100.1% irrelevant to the term Atheist. (Atis is not the Tagalog of Atheist).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That atheist/atis thing was also the reason of hysterical bellows! You see, I was wondering how a person could be an atheist (not that I was planning to be. I'm pure Christian). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked, "So if Callan is an atheist, his parents are atheist?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No. It depends on the person." They answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say, "So, you mean, if both the parents are mango, the child could be an 'Atis'? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The second term was cashew. It's Tagalog thing is 'kasuy/kasoy'. I don't know how atheist is near cashew that we got to this topic at all 'cause I was thinking.. if people talk about atheist, you talk about religion. Not nuts. According to Elijah, they had 'kusoy tree' and that's where they get their 'kasuy'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The last was shark/pating. Elijah, who is the primary source of stupidity (I apologize to you, my friend), once had a vacation at Hundred Islands with her family. They rode a boat. Their mom kept telling that one of the islands their had many 'pating'. Elijah asked the boater (who is Filipino, btw) if her mom was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'Kuya, may pating ba jan?' Elijah asks.&lt;br /&gt;'Ha? Anong pating?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yung pating.' Elijah said.&lt;br /&gt;'Ha? Anung pating nga??'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Elijah then told us that the boater didn't know the term pating. What he knew was shark. La Reyn laughed. Of course I did, too. And then another thing was, the boater asked what breed of shark. Not the breed of the pating. HAHAHA. They are all sharks. They are STILL sharks, whatever you call them. Doi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And I describe &lt;i&gt;my eyes moved to the direction of&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;the person I shared few of the most annoying, funniest and interesting moments I'd ever have to dealt with in my life &lt;/i&gt;as idiocy, funny, friendly and innocent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is it, mi amigos. My ramble is done. My thoughts are emptied. And I am preparing for bigger days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Ten days till I turn sixteen. Sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-9094827082500188623?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/9094827082500188623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/03/terms-diction-and-march.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/9094827082500188623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/9094827082500188623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/03/terms-diction-and-march.html' title='Terms, Diction and March.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-629474753938626078</id><published>2011-02-13T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:59:36.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QL8dNoNcVkc/TVfjjXOZ3WI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_h_fIzUXjbg/s1600/patricia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QL8dNoNcVkc/TVfjjXOZ3WI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_h_fIzUXjbg/s400/patricia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573173260563635554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. Kevin Armstrong was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-629474753938626078?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/629474753938626078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/02/prom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/629474753938626078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/629474753938626078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/02/prom.html' title='Prom.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QL8dNoNcVkc/TVfjjXOZ3WI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_h_fIzUXjbg/s72-c/patricia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-5478742871947021354</id><published>2011-02-09T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:38:07.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Years Ago.</title><content type='html'>Four years ago, &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; was 11. Four years ago, &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; was in 5th grade. Four years ago, &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; was small. Four years ago, &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; was innocent. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four years after,&lt;i&gt; he&lt;/i&gt; is now 16. Four years after, &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; is now a senior. Four years after, &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; is now tall. Four years after, &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; is now credulous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insensible. Right word, right there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had a mute conversation, no rational vindication and full of invisible vehemence. It was profanity sealed in an impenetrable circle waiting to go out, which would and always result with sparks like fireworks bursting from their homes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hasty. Unstable. And yes, insensible. The profound intensity was freed, diffusing in the air like the little particles of spray paint, but wherever the tiny matter would go, it still lingers on to something.. like how the molecules of the paint, particularly spray paint, sticks on to something whenever its particles drop and colors a little part of the space it fell on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do they still remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-5478742871947021354?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5478742871947021354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/02/four-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5478742871947021354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5478742871947021354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/02/four-years-ago.html' title='Four Years Ago.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-869369597290916413</id><published>2011-01-29T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T23:30:49.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alzheimer's Disease.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wonder who Alzheimer was. I wanted to know who he was and why he was born and had such disease. But Alzheimer, actually, was the first doctor to ever know that a cruel disease like this exists. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what do I have to say in this? A lot. Right now, making a mark in this world is really hard to do. We all want to be remembered. I mean, I know &lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;want to be remembered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, AD takes on people, on life, in two very different directions..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having AD would feel like you don't know anything. It would make anyone feel like you are a monster. Having AD is really frightening. It takes everything away from you and would make you feel like you are a horrible person but after, when you've forgotten everything, where would you go when you don't know anyone else? Do you want to forget all the things that made you cry, the things you needed to risk your life for? The things that made you happy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing a person with AD would stab you, back and front, every minute of your life. It would hurt you, knowing that someone you care about, someone you love, doesn't know you anymore. That someone you shared sad and happy memories with don't even remember a single thing about it, at all. It's hard to face someone, to look at those eyes, to hear those words and only having the hope that there's this very little chance that this person would remember you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, who do you wanna be? You see, I have just realized that Alzheimer's Disease is the worst disease ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't see myself having AD or knowing someone with AD because for one, I have been subjected to many good experiences that forgetting it would be worse than killing a person than a memory with that person even though I know that it is only in my head and never going to happen again. And I don't want to know someone with AD because it would make me suffer. As selfish as I am going to be, I don't want to be forgotten. Especially if that person and I shared happy memories. Especially if that person is someone I truly care about. I could never bear to see a person and know that this person doesn't know who I am anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is brutal. Alzheimer's disease is. Worse than cancer. I mean, a person could suffer from cancer and still remember everyone who supports her/him. But Alzheimer's? No. It's practically hell above ground. It's like surrendering yourself to a lifetime of confusion, agony and grief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-869369597290916413?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/869369597290916413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/01/alzheimers-disease.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/869369597290916413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/869369597290916413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/01/alzheimers-disease.html' title='Alzheimer&apos;s Disease.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-5701589398555490847</id><published>2011-01-19T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:13:00.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People are Stupid.</title><content type='html'>1/15/11.&lt;div&gt;I have just had the most frustrating day ever. I have been pissed all day long and it sucks that we all get to feel this kind of feeling. It's probably the worst feeling in the world. Frustration. Yes, because you'd never understand it. That is why it is frustrating at the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to cool down a bit and since I haven't updated for a long time, I might as well give you the line up of what's happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PROM. Yep, that's it. It's the only thing. PROM. I don't have to emphasize 'cause we all feel (or 'have felt' for some) the crazy kind of feeling. That feeling where you just want to throw up and poke your mate's eye with your stilettos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/19/11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, it sucked. Everything sucked. I didn't like how things turned out. I hate everything. I feel sick but I'm not sick. I AM INTIMIDATED. Why? I don't know. I don't freaking know. I say everything again and again and I don't know why. I feel terrible. For the first time, we had a boring lab activity and I loved Math. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I can't stop looking at the school mirror. Why? Because I have a couple of zits, dirty hair, big teeth, ugly face and a couple of flaws. Why can't the mirror reflect the inside so I could SEE everyone? I don't want to sound cliche, but seriously, nobody is ever fine now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TTb3itf9KlI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3VZ70zjNdCs/s1600/Dippin%2527Dots.1785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TTb3itf9KlI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3VZ70zjNdCs/s400/Dippin%2527Dots.1785.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563906565364066898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Myself at the mirror. Fugly face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I do not feel fine. I'm pretty surprised I loved Math. And I'm intimidated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TTb3iFwESYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/F-dMTh5ac8A/s1600/Dippin%2527Dots.1792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TTb3iFwESYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/F-dMTh5ac8A/s400/Dippin%2527Dots.1792.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563906554694224258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all smile, don't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-R. Pat, Yana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a very contrived post. Everything around me is scary. I won't ever make pretty good looking invitations unless given credit. I will never love English again. I'll try to love Math. And I do not like the way people treat some. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love, Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-5701589398555490847?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5701589398555490847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/01/people-are-stupid.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5701589398555490847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5701589398555490847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2011/01/people-are-stupid.html' title='People are Stupid.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TTb3itf9KlI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3VZ70zjNdCs/s72-c/Dippin%2527Dots.1785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-1417652564504944879</id><published>2010-12-30T03:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T04:39:39.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Afraid of the Dark?</title><content type='html'>After Christmas, my family and I have never been into a proper meal here at home. Probably because both my parents are being bombarded with Christmas party invitations at hospitals and clinics, while my sister and I, on the other hand, are at home finishing our projects due next year 2011. I have had lunch dates with my mom and had some last minute Christmas shopping. My sister, who barely goes out or even leaves her room, spends most of her time chatting with her friends. She once had her classmate come over for a school project that drove me to nuts because we really needed to go the mall and she insisted that her classmate would be picked up at 6 when it was settled that we all leave at 5. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is 4 days from now and I haven't had any sleep for two consecutive days. The longest I have slept was 3 hours. It kills me that I have to stay up for 6 hours and not being able to talk to anyone because they are all asleep. I've searched something about sleep phobia the other morning and I am pretty shocked about what I've read. Somniphobia is an abnormal fear of sleep. It may result from a feeling of control loss, or from repeating nightmares. I might as well agree because I am afraid of sleeping just now or maybe a few months ago, particularly last October and I do have repeating nightmares. I have lived for 15 years and nightmares never bother me, it's just now that my nightmares have something to do with my friends and no, not the Fred Krueger style. Nonetheless, I still have to say no because I have never lost control with anything that has anything to do with my sleeping pattern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-1417652564504944879?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1417652564504944879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/12/are-you-afraid-of-dark.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1417652564504944879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1417652564504944879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/12/are-you-afraid-of-dark.html' title='Are You Afraid of the Dark?'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-4374500329528034913</id><published>2010-12-24T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T14:50:21.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish list.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRRz6GD-HMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BLLfIVwxk80/s1600/wish-list.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRRz6GD-HMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BLLfIVwxk80/s400/wish-list.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554191682351537346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wish list&lt;/b&gt; (n)  a list of things wanted or things that are wanted to take place or perhaps a long roll of wishes, hence the name;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No? That's right. If you look at a wish list as the way that it was defined, then you have a constrained comprehension and you are not a natural crusader of thoughts. You are not a reformer of views.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wish list, in some people's definition, or rather how it is defined by people &lt;i&gt;nowadays&lt;/i&gt;, is a list of things desired. A list of things that catches other people's eye. A list of things to be bought for a certain person. If not, then it is a list of things wanted, a constricted way of saying 'desire'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IDEAL -- that's how I see it. An ideal. I see it as a list of things that should be worked for, a list of things that should be deserved.  A wish list, in my definition, is success. A motivator in all terms of life. A list of things that pushes you to work and reach it. It is also a lesson to be learned when you fail, a lesson that there are more important things. A moral that shows the things that were never meant to be yours so that you would learn how to accept. A wish list is, in my definition and only mine, a list of things that you need to have for the sake of diurnal troubles or something that we could live up to or be proud for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1 An LG GT350i phone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2 A replica of a Snitch. &lt;/b&gt;I've been drawn towards the Harry Potter series since my friend introduced me to the story. So now I want to save a memory about it because I don't have the series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3 A Mockingjay pin. &lt;/b&gt;Just like Harry Potter, The Hunger Games Trilogy has emotionally raped me. It's going to be a story that I would want to tell my kids when I grow up, despite the gory scenes etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4 A Rolleiflex camera&lt;/b&gt; because I want to see the world through the lenses of how people saw it before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5 A Palomino horse&lt;/b&gt; named Glass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6 A Microscope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and lots of other unseen things like celebrations.. hmm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Rich for the wonderful compliment about my writing. And yes, I want to be a writer, author, specifically. Thanks again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas everyone! 9 minutes before the 25th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-4374500329528034913?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4374500329528034913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/12/wish-list.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4374500329528034913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4374500329528034913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/12/wish-list.html' title='Wish list.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRRz6GD-HMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BLLfIVwxk80/s72-c/wish-list.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-2900952628631964931</id><published>2010-12-13T23:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T01:13:22.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and Perfectionists.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Where do I even begin? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now in the 20th century where perversity is dominant rather than sensibility, I see time as a mind-boggling hoax which tricks us into believing that everything around us moves and depends on time. No? Everything is contradictory. Yes. Everything is the opposite of what I see. We move and time depends on nothing, we do not depend on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been gone for how many days and it's been a week since I got back from our two-day field trip, but when I was about to unpack my luggage, everything in this world went &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; black for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before our departure at 3:18 am(supposedly 1:00 am) from school, the students were annoyed, irritated on how the bus wouldn't arrive at the scheduled time, and now I feel like those things never really happened at all. I noticed that one of my constant topics here is time and I won't stop saying that time itself is a factor in our life that takes every 'time'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing about perfectionists..&lt;br /&gt;After this sentence would be my opinion on what I think about perfectionists and/but if you have anything harsh to say (seeing you are a perfectionist), do not forget that an opinion is not a fact and it is not true. True to the person, that is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, perfectionists are people who are afraid to commit/admit their mistakes in a way that they take everything to the highest level beyond what they could really do. Considering that nothing in this world is perfect, perfectionists are over the top that they try and excel outside their contemporary ability. Perfectionists take on to something more, trying to aim higher than what they know is their best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As equal to every 'pretty' rude things about something, perfectionists have goals. They have their dreams mapped out. That is what's positive about perfectionist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But non-perfectionists can have their dreams, goals and lots of other things, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfectionists can accept their own ability and they try to go beyond their best. Loose people, then their best is their best, but if they could go on, they could try, unlike the perfectionists, they still crave for more than their best. Loose people are contrived unlike the perfectionists who much more. There's no difference between being over-achieving (the perfectionists) and being loose (the nons). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's just my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now all of you might be wondering why I've said all that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been always too affected about time and perfection is a new topic that bothers me. It bothers me because I've been coming across with perfectionists at some places (not in school 'cause I know we're all irrational) and I just wanted to share my feelings about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-2900952628631964931?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2900952628631964931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-and-perfectionists.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/2900952628631964931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/2900952628631964931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-and-perfectionists.html' title='Time and Perfectionists.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-4798442438056432961</id><published>2010-11-30T22:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:55:03.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to mention last week that I were to go to Guam  last Wednesday so if I do it now, it would be too late. I owe my readers an apology 'cause my thoughts are to foolish to be understood by rational people. I've been to lots of great places at Guam (most particularly Two Lovers' Point) and I gotta say that the place is unbelievably beautiful. But all this traveling makes me really tired. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the Science Quest I talked about last week, I placed fourth out of how many students. I feel quite sad about it since my teammate placed third so neither the two of us will be advancing to the Science Quiz Bee - Chemistry III Regionals. I feel that I've let our professor down because the freshmen, sophomores and the seniors had the other one of them placing first! Nevertheless, I'm happy. At least I placed. That's the whole thing, right there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, my friend, Krysta, who I encouraged to join the Scrap Art Collage, did not place though I'm really proud of her. I don't feel sorry 'cause I know she did her best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may have have felt really bummed but at the end of the day, it's the experience that counts and the feeling of success for having to go through so many good experiences that happen only once in our lives, like how Krysta had felt during her very first time in an away-competition, my first time to be completely humiliated and embarrassed in front of people (everyone was quiet because of the chess-like Math competition when I screamed very loud 'cause I slipped on mud and all eyes were on me! However, I was too sport about it and all they got from me was a laugh.) and meeting an adorable freshman gay who wears and pronounces mascara (Mas-Kah-Rah) as Maska-ra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. There's a new game on omgpop.com! :) TYPOW! Try it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.SS. I'm thinking of changing my url.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-4798442438056432961?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4798442438056432961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-havent-been-able-to-mention-last-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4798442438056432961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4798442438056432961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-havent-been-able-to-mention-last-week.html' title='All in.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-1102708265880174648</id><published>2010-11-22T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:39:07.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Horcrux.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I have gotten myself into. I need to review for tomorrow's Science Quest, finish my History homework (mosaic made of cloth, IKR), finish the script for our short film and others. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm nervous and I want to let it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOD LORD, Help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-1102708265880174648?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1102708265880174648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/11/like-horcrux.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1102708265880174648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1102708265880174648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/11/like-horcrux.html' title='Like a Horcrux.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-8241281465731021164</id><published>2010-11-17T01:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T03:13:36.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blunt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Whole&lt;/i&gt;. I guess that would be it. No? &lt;i&gt;Overwhelmed&lt;/i&gt;. Hold on, no. Not it. &lt;i&gt;Diverse-d. Diversity. &lt;/i&gt;Ah, yes, that is much fitting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have finished the whole Harry Potter phenomenon. I think of how all of the people felt when they had closed the book. &lt;i&gt;Did they feel the exact the same way as I did?&lt;/i&gt; No. Probably not. Yes. Probably not. It is because they have grown up knowing Harry and I didn't. If he were real, the people who had been with him since the start would be the one he knows the most. But I'm grateful that even if the whole thing is already approaching the end, I was able to let Harry relate his life to me and read his story at last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most nights for however many days now I barely sleep, or I think I barely sleep. Sometimes, I don't even know the difference of sleeping or closing my eyes because I have no knowledge whether I am sleeping or not at all. My train of thought is blocked with useless things or if not, filled with factors like happiness, animosity and grief or maybe just the blood flowing itself. I really need some sleep, even though that is what I have been doing during afternoons for the past two weeks. Insomnia is a sickness and every time this happens to me, I always end up trying not to sleep because of the movie about Fred Krueger! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-8241281465731021164?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8241281465731021164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/11/blunt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8241281465731021164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8241281465731021164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/11/blunt.html' title='Blunt.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-8116266169930248559</id><published>2010-11-07T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T01:33:49.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Esoteric as a Tangled, Braided Hair.</title><content type='html'>Earlier this day, my mind was befuddled with thoughts about school, a decent college university, the golden haired boy and my newly found addiction to horoscopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I were driving down the road, on the way to the church when I suddenly remembered that I had brought my Zune along with me. It was practically useless though, since I forgot to charge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if everyone around me is quiet, then having no music is fine, given that I only use it to block their own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that going to college is really important.. it will be a very big chunk of my life. I have thought of not going to college.. I want to tour the world, take pictures and write stories and be an author. I'm young and I think about stuff that any 15 year old would think about. I hate school, I love my friends, so I go to school. That's how we work our brains. You see, my world is crafted from a different universe, definitely not Milky Way. So now, there are only two conclusions I could drop --either I am thinking quite perverse, or people aren't getting what I am trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Haired Boy doesn't exist anymore (did he ever existed?). Is it an imagination? No? Yes, no. I've killed him and he is not coming back. But I say the picture would. This week was frustrating. For one, I've been subjected to experiences that really got me working beyond what I could do. I can't really elaborate. For another, people around me expect too much from the work I do. October was reasonable, too, and very thought-provoking. I've learned a lesson from the Golden Haired Boy. Frauds are frauds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Horoscopes. Believing in 'clairvoyance' is not my strong suit. I don't believe in ghosts (I believe in God, strongly) and other psychic stuff. Horoscopes, yes, weird stuff. Are they real? They could be. I've always been extremely averse to people who say they're real, but after consulting my horoscope for just a single day out of curiosity, I'm proud to say that I am one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how shall I end this? Something that would suffice, more than a good bye. Well, till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-8116266169930248559?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8116266169930248559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-esoteric-as-tangled-braided-hair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8116266169930248559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8116266169930248559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-esoteric-as-tangled-braided-hair.html' title='As Esoteric as a Tangled, Braided Hair.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-8317356183729390994</id><published>2010-11-04T04:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T04:33:11.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patricia Talks A Lot.</title><content type='html'>Terrible, terrified, confused, hurt and happy. Five words that would describe my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible cause I am sick. Terrified for the results of the radio broadcasting competition, confused because of the investigatory project and hurt because of a guy who didn't really have a beautiful golden hair (we all thought that guy did, did we not?) and happy because I am glad that Soule and I are finally on speaking terms (or maybe it's only for the competition).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer school than going somewhere for an away competition. The radio broadcasting happened after an hour of hysterical script writing. Fortunately, I've already dealt with my issues about the whole tech thing. Francis was such a good booster today, mates. Yes, always reminding me that I have the easiest job and that everything relies on me. I think, in terms of technicality, our opponent wins, but in terms by heart, it should be us. We know we've put our hearts purely for that 5 minute performance and after it were beaming smiles, not blames even though our mistakes were countless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of lack of sleep for how many consecutive days, I think I've become an insomniac. It is not healthy, and I need the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I feel sorry for the kids from the school we went to.. having to make their own alcohol lamps and burners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-8317356183729390994?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8317356183729390994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/11/patricia-talks-lot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8317356183729390994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8317356183729390994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/11/patricia-talks-lot.html' title='Patricia Talks A Lot.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-8691927354230297787</id><published>2010-10-25T03:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T03:47:45.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borrowed.</title><content type='html'>I just borrowed this layout from dancingsheep of blogskins.com. I've also edited my profile section. After all the torture has passed, I'm going to make a new one. I am very busy today and I am trying to find the book we need for our book report, review for the exams and finish our five papers. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Have I not told you yet about my friend's blog? No? She kindly asked me to do a layout and I agreed. &lt;a href="http://thekrystafiles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Check her out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.SS. Forgive me about my writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-8691927354230297787?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8691927354230297787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/10/borrowed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8691927354230297787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8691927354230297787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/10/borrowed.html' title='Borrowed.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-1781523150231819277</id><published>2010-10-22T01:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T01:35:50.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog-Tired.</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of suggesting that our school just has to give up some subjects that are not really needed in our future. I am not saying that some of those do not have any uses, I mean, they do.. They do to the one who is really planning to take on something related to that subject. I guess what I really wanted to say is that we should have the right to choose and drop subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sleepy and annoyed but I have to finish some of my projects and assignments. Right now, I'm taking a break so I've decided to tell you the reasons that started this whole rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TO DO LISTS&lt;br /&gt;1) Do Minor Paper #1, #2, #3, #4, #5 [History] (Yes, five essays, 2 pages each, hand written)&lt;br /&gt;2) Continue reading The Secret Garden while listing down unfamiliar words [English]&lt;br /&gt;3) Do our project proposal about the Effectiveness of Acacia Seeds and Bark Against Termites [Chemistry] (November 3rd)&lt;br /&gt;4) Finish the lantern [Economics]&lt;br /&gt;5) Copy unfinished notes.&lt;br /&gt;6) And review for the exams next week, 26-27!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and Four are to be passed next week. (Actually, four should have been done this week, but because of the typhoon.. ) And the rest on the third of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see why am I suffering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Soule made someone cry today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.SS. After I fix Pauline and Yana's layout on Tumblr, I am going to fix everything inside thisispatriciamaurie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-1781523150231819277?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1781523150231819277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/10/dog-tired.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1781523150231819277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1781523150231819277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/10/dog-tired.html' title='Dog-Tired.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-4389469568899065281</id><published>2010-10-20T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T00:22:08.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schemes.</title><content type='html'>Would you not expect consideration at school after two days straight blackout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 10 points demerit in History because I forgot to bring my notebook. Why would I not? It was blackout, and finding it among the darkness would be a hassle. The house was dark, I even had a hard time fixing myself after bath 'cause I did all the work I needed to do single handed. It might sound that I am neglecting History that only finding my notes would be such a big work to me, but no. I like History. I like doing essays and stuff. But just because I forgot my notes I am going to get a demerit? How about those students who didn't go to school, and some, didn't even bother? They'd just let them make up all the stuff they've missed and get perfect/passing score (or not, but that's better than gaining 19/20 minus 10)? And technically, what is the use of having activity notebooks and reference notebooks if we're going to jot down out activities in our reference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Tuesday, we didn't have classes. So our project presentation in Computer was canceled. First group on Monday, second group on Tuesday and the third.. today. WEDNESDAY. And for your information, we have no Computer every Wednesday and Thursday. And now our teacher is expecting us to deliver all our explanations this day. Seventeen students. Without any Computer subject this day and only History, Chemistry, Advanced Chemistry and Mathematics. So that's the point! Computer isn't even a major subject and to be honest, only half of us would carry those  java codes throughout their lives [Correct me if I'm wrong. I would always stand to be corrected]. And we need to deliver it now? Wednesday?  With hard subjects on our faces and our computer professor expects us to find a free time after those subjects? Oh yeah, footnote everyone, she said to the last person to present this afternoon "Tell them to present it later. I AM HAVING A CLASS." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A single person can't naturally handle a class, and seventeen other extra students needing a fifteen minute time allotment for explanation in just a busy, single day.&lt;/span&gt; Same goes for us students. She eventually said that the Wednesday people could present tomorrow, so why has she not given their time to us Monday and Tuesday presenters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm sorry if I have offended anyone. But then, our school taught us honesty, didn't they? I completely remember the time  [Not Recollection] when we were asked at school to relate all our feelings face to face... Perfect, yeah? No? And, when read again and again, there were no foul words, no technical rules broken. I am just talking and questioning. I was, was I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.SS. Allow me to type unnaturally and express my feelings with anger. I don't really get my grammar right when I am slamming the keys too hard. Same goes for my spelling. Pish Posh. asdfghjkl; [Forgive me for P.SS.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another P.S. I shall call him Soule. Nice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-4389469568899065281?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4389469568899065281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/10/schemes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4389469568899065281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4389469568899065281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/10/schemes.html' title='Schemes.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-4745636234964667810</id><published>2010-10-18T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:59:26.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What It Would Do To Us.</title><content type='html'>It's been raining the whole day and it's not nice anymore. Naturally, when rain comes, people in this house won't even bother wasting their time watering the plants, cleaning the cars or the house, probably because it is raining. But too much water? It could do much more things. The next thing we'd all know, the plants are dead because of drowning, the cars are floating and we are soaking in water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain pulls out all the energy inside me. After acting as a coat rack and hanger at the mall earlier for my mom who was apparently helping my sister buy a dress, I did nothing (if you call beating the eggs and mixing them with milk nothing) useful. Oh, wait. Actually I did. I watched True Confessions of a Hollywood Starlet, stare at nothing, do Krysta's layout, stare at nothing, think about our computer subject, stare at nothing, think about our computer subject and how it makes me sleep, stare at nothing, think about our computer subject and how it makes us ALL sleep and swear words while sleeping, stare at nothing, tried to finish Krysta's layout and then get mad for suddenly getting tired! See, I didn't even read a single word from The Secret Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the rain would do to us? Non-stop rain? IT WOULD DRIVE US MAD. Literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-4745636234964667810?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4745636234964667810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-it-would-do-to-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4745636234964667810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4745636234964667810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-it-would-do-to-us.html' title='What It Would Do To Us.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-3839599135427911896</id><published>2010-10-17T11:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T13:29:11.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Booklist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger.&lt;br /&gt;The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.&lt;br /&gt;The Mysterious Benedict Society Series by Trenton Lee Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;The Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket (Daniel Handler).&lt;br /&gt;Chasing Vermeer Series by Blue Balliet.&lt;br /&gt;Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Box of Books by Jeff Kinney.&lt;br /&gt;Elixir by Hilary Duff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. I don't really know why I'd want to read Elixir. Maybe I want to know how it all goes for our little Hilary. It was co written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-3839599135427911896?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3839599135427911896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-booklist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3839599135427911896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3839599135427911896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-booklist.html' title='My Booklist.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-207459899393437375</id><published>2010-10-16T07:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T11:20:14.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Side Effects of Reading.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, too much imagination and fiction makes our brain bigger and bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember last month when our ice cream was stolen (Half of it was gone, probably by the works of our helper) and my mom asked me if I ate it, I answered "No. I didn't eat it. Maybe it magically became smaller. Maybe it shrunk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then last Friday, some of my classmates' textbook were missing, I said, "The books are driven away by small rats."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read too much and I've heard my mom say a thousand times that I have to stop doing it or else my mind will get crafted into something that is not real. I have to agree, though. I have been reading since I was in 3rd grade (I think) and now my brains are invaded by imaginary creatures, magic, talking lions, lamp posts, wands, magic and much more things beyond reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-207459899393437375?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/207459899393437375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/10/side-effects-of-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/207459899393437375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/207459899393437375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/10/side-effects-of-reading.html' title='Side Effects of Reading.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-7947968657920993187</id><published>2010-10-03T16:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T16:17:59.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inanimate Objects.</title><content type='html'>Technically, I am the only person in our house who is active right now. It makes me want to scream, eat everything I could eat (everyone's asleep so they would not have any proof) and just watch TV all day long. Alone and undisturbed as I might be, I'm irritated because of all the days I would have possession of all the things in the house, there are no decent shows on TV at this moment.. there's enough food for all of us ..and presently, I am not craving for wafers, sandwich and rice.. and if I scream, they'd all wake up. So right now, I am irritated by our television, our food and my mouth trying to hold my screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've just finished reading the half of Harry Potter and The Half  Blood Prince and my eyes are sore from reading, I have nothing left to  do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So, I conclude that the worst part of being irritated by inanimate objects is that there is no way for you to get back at it. In rational ways, that is. So if I'm not rational, I would've kicked all of it one by one!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I haven't told you that there are new kids at school, have I? They started two weeks ago (I think?) and they're twins. They're guys. They're sophomores. And they don't confuse me and everyone else. Probably because they don't look alike. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;P.S. I'm so excited for Thursday, Friday and/or Saturday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends ..where to?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.SS. This is my 100th post. Congratulations to me (new profile on the side) and my blog (I'm trying to keep it alive)!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-7947968657920993187?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7947968657920993187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/10/inanimate-objects_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7947968657920993187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7947968657920993187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/10/inanimate-objects_03.html' title='Inanimate Objects.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-1702485078692962462</id><published>2010-09-30T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T21:02:30.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank.</title><content type='html'>Renz and I had a pretty conversation about how things ended between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two happy souls&lt;/span&gt; and I feel relieved that I was able to tell a story that meant I have gotten over things. It was dreadful, having to go through horrible things all over again but I knew that it would always be a part of me not as a scar but something that I could carry all through my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I feel that way, I was hurt by the information Renz told me. I'd have never thought that things like being in love would be so easy to erase swiftly. I'd have never thought that the real reasons would be kept away from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. At school, something happened, not serious, or whatever, I don't know..  but I am happy that the problem has been resolved (from what they have  told me) and leaving only nothing but the 'other half' free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.SS. I feel really sad. It rained, so I think my mood got stuck with what the  weather has given me today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-1702485078692962462?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1702485078692962462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/09/blank.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1702485078692962462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1702485078692962462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/09/blank.html' title='Blank.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-5177200861792090241</id><published>2010-09-18T19:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T20:12:22.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffed.</title><content type='html'>Well, I have been gone for so long and my absence would continue for how many weeks, I'm afraid. I've been very busy this month and in the immediate future.. busier. We've just started woodworking, electrical working and lots of other stuff. Our group has just finished putting up our lights for our lanterns, and by the next month, we're going to start woodwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had PE yesterday and unfortunately, there was not enough time to finish our La Cucaracha practicum, so we had free play. Jessica and I played volleyball and it's good to be back on court and play again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a Zune music player from my parents and personally, I like it better than Apple iPod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-5177200861792090241?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5177200861792090241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/09/stuffed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5177200861792090241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5177200861792090241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/09/stuffed.html' title='Stuffed.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-9038420163137551430</id><published>2010-08-14T12:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T13:15:06.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toxic.</title><content type='html'>Since I am still in high school, I do have the right to complain about having job trainings. Sir Elmer, our Technology and Livelihood Education teacher divided us into groups and assigned us to do several tasks concerning our "job". We switch jobs everyday and the worst that could happen to Krysta's group (which involved me and Joshua) was having another person to handle (Marc) and starting off at the maintenance job. From what I know of, high school students don't have OJT since they haven't even picked what would most likely be their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I know I haven't been focusing on my studies well. Getting good grades (at least not failing) at some school activities, that I wonder why. I've been reading tons of books lately and I never stop. Since I was kid, I have been blessed to see the wonders of words and I'm happy that I could pass to that everyday but not to the point that I sometimes forget to study. Harry Potter is one of the reasons why. I didn't grow up with his story, so I feel like I am studying his/its history and how it/he became a phenomenon. (I still owe Francis tons for HP. HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School projects are the worse. I enjoy doing them though not at the same week, and also, not at the same day. The last thing I wanted to do yesterday was to freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, someone just told me a very shocking news. I don't want to think about it 'cause it makes me want to throw out, but by saying that, I am thinking about it right now. It is so gross (more than slugs and pus). I could have never thought that a decent person could do such thing. Personally, if I could, I would have kicked him out of where he is standing right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-9038420163137551430?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/9038420163137551430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/08/toxic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/9038420163137551430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/9038420163137551430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/08/toxic.html' title='Toxic.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-4602601168216881023</id><published>2010-07-27T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:57:52.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty &amp; Ugly Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Why does “I love you” require an answer if it’s not even a question? And those who are not answered suffer from it.. if they never asked in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;And those who just wants to say they love the person and say they never wanted an answer at all... why are they hurt?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do people don't ever want to let go? Is it because of love and the idea of at least, somewhat, in their whole existence, they knew how to love and to know that they were loved at some point? Or is it because they really love the person?&lt;/p&gt;If someone tells you the truth and all truth, does it mean he'd never lie? Or was telling the truth part of the lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that only the popular people (except Scientists, etc; they did lots of great things) are remembered when they die? When we (normal people) die, would someone remember us like a legacy if the people who would remember us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would &lt;/span&gt;die, too? Not even a trace of us existing, right? Why is Michael Jackson remembered, or Audrey Hepburn if never in their life they have lived normally because of fame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need to live when we're going to die after all? Why do we need to suffer if in the end, if all of it would soon be forgotten and those hardships would be passed on and experienced by others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why are humans here? Is it because we were born, without a clue about who we are, and were just named? Because of identity? Or because God planned "us" and wanted us to see the world? And most, why are we called humans? And others are called birds, dogs, pigs and cats? We just live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-4602601168216881023?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4602601168216881023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/07/pretty-ugly-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4602601168216881023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4602601168216881023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/07/pretty-ugly-things.html' title='Pretty &amp; Ugly Things.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-5693952441317222159</id><published>2010-07-25T12:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:07:25.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Harry Potter Journey.</title><content type='html'>Since the existence of J.K. Rowling's books, I've never bothered to watch a movie or even read the sypnosis of the original art. Francis, who is also my friend and a super diduper fan of Harry Potter told me that the Harry Potter books was never dedicated to me (the last book's dedication), still, I didn't wanna read it. Last summer, I've seen Shutter Island and I told Francis to watch it, but for him to watch it, I should read the HP Series. So, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francis, who set me up with this whole Harry Potter fantasy, didn't have a chance to watch Shutter Island, so Imma make him watch The Notebook, if I found my copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read all the books, Imma start on the third one tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the books would be so wonderful. I didn't know that I would be thrust in this magical "journey" within the book. Oh, Harry, Ron and Hermione. And Francis. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-5693952441317222159?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5693952441317222159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-harry-potter-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5693952441317222159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5693952441317222159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-harry-potter-journey.html' title='My Harry Potter Journey.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-2318418097587059040</id><published>2010-07-11T11:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:24:12.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some are guys, some are men.</title><content type='html'>I've heard lots of guys say they're very lucky 'cause they're guys. It's always like that. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're very lucky 'cause we're guys, we don't suffer that much, compared to the girls&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why can't you make it easier for us girls? I know we are very complicated and we do lots of things you don't understand (same as how we think of you) but do you not think that just being superior over girls is enough? If you know that we suffer more than you guys do, then at least at some point make it easier for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's with the guys denying their girlfriends for other girls to like them? Or let alone just denying their girls? Or guys trying to hide their "girl" best friends to their girlfriend? What's with that, huh? We all get hurt, but guys never knew how girls suffer when they feel neglected or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do guys cheat? Are they not contented of what they have? Or they just want lots of girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are guys such jerks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls cheat because it's not enough for us. We want protection, care, love and happiness. Girls want men who would stay up late at night and wait till we fall asleep, not guys who'd sleep ahead of us and say sorry the next morning. We want men giving us letters and telling us how they love/like us, not giving us super expensive things. Men who's always the one keeping up the conversations. We don't want a "guy".. we want a "man".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, whether as a friend, boyfriend, janitor, chef, whoever.. we want you to say "We know girls suffer more, so just let it be, and we'll take it from here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're wrong, then please, let there be one man out of the billions to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am not talking about all the guys out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-2318418097587059040?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2318418097587059040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-are-guys-some-are-men.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/2318418097587059040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/2318418097587059040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-are-guys-some-are-men.html' title='Some are guys, some are men.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-8056399472976854596</id><published>2010-06-16T21:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T18:58:35.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>School has just started and I feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Sir Elmer told us the lessons we will tackle for the next few months. MOTHERHOOD. And my sister said it's sex education. I'd probably say she's wrong, but she's not. 'Cause when you think of it, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;that, right? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an activity yesterday about home management and child care.. and there was this one question that I have been searching for the answer since I knew what it was. "What is love?" My classmates asked me, but then as corny as this will sound.. this is what I said: "Love is the only emotion in which people always ask &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'What is it?'&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, am I right? Seriously. You could always define what happiness is, but love? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just fell in love with Poland! I swear to God, after college graduation, I would pack my bags and go there! (Yana, this is not what you think it is!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geographicguide.net/europe/pictures/warsaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 159px;" src="http://www.geographicguide.net/europe/pictures/warsaw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who wouldn't love this place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm not gonna be online that much, I just borrowed my sister's computer. And believe it or not, I did all of this for 3 minutes. No kidding. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-8056399472976854596?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8056399472976854596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8056399472976854596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8056399472976854596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-8763958516501575031</id><published>2010-05-21T02:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:05:30.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-'/><title type='text'>Tagged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;So I have been tagged by Nice and Sarah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. How do you like your steak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letters to Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia, Poland or Norway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Soup and a cereal bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What is your favorite cuisine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian Cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What foods do you dislike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Favorite place to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen, dining room, my room, school. Restaurants. McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Favorite dressing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What kind of vehicle do you drive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. What are your favorite clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dresses, shorts, skinny jeans and loose tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Where would you visit if you had the chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over the world, Venus, Jupiter and Saturn's rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full? A cup of what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends. If the cup which is 1/2 full is 10x bigger than the cup which is 1/2 empty, then the half full it is. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Where would you want to retire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the state of my happiness and when earning a living without work kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Favorite time of day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Where were you born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19234912456754 Philippines, Earth  Street, Milkyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What is your favorite sport to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball and figure skate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Who do you think will not tag you back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who don't care about tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Person you expect to tag you back first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the one who care the most about tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Birdwatcher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a bird? Do you think a birdwatcher would care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Do you have any pets? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 5 fishes. The other one died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fish died because it was blind so it couldn't eat. It's new. Not exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. What did you want to be when you were little?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, I wanted to be a teenager and to be able to use a computer and stuff. Now that I can think, I want to be a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. What is your best childhood memory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Are you a cat or dog person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Are you married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know or this is just a question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Always wear your seat belt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Been in a car accident?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Any pet peeves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corners, a bottled water's sweat and the sound of a toilet flush. (I cover my ears when I flush. HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Favorite Pizza Toppings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese, cheese and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Favorite Flower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorful flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Favorite ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate and Pistachio. I don't like Double Dutch anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36.Favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How many times did you fail your driver's test?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to learn how to ride a bike before I take a driver's test. Learning how to ride a bike is included in my list of 100 things to do before I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. From whom did you get your last email?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private info. Wanna know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing stores and craft stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Done anything spontaneous lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exposed myself in cold weather wearing only shorts and a shirt. In an extremely cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Like your job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sure. Being a potato couch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. Broccoli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not? But no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. What was your favorite vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. Last person you went out to dinner with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stones Under Rushing Water by NeedToBreathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. What is your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink, Sky Blue, Green and White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. How many tattoos do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few doodles on my hand. Didn't say it was permanent. And thousands of colored pictures inside my brain. Now that is permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. How many are you tagging for this quiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. What time did you finish this quiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:14 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. Coffee drinker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tag everyone. If you want to answer this, then go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading The Host and it is not as confusing as some said it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-8763958516501575031?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8763958516501575031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/05/tagged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8763958516501575031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8763958516501575031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/05/tagged.html' title='Tagged.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-1962332993535279970</id><published>2010-05-19T08:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T08:54:13.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update 009: USA.</title><content type='html'>I've been gone for some time, huh? Well, it's probably because I was busy and maybe because I reopened my Tumblr account and I've been updating it with my works. &lt;a href="http://patriciamaurie.tumblr.com/tagged/Patricia_Maurie"&gt;See it here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm back in the US and I feel happy. I've seen lots of messages and I'm going to check them later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-1962332993535279970?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1962332993535279970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/05/update-009-usa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1962332993535279970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1962332993535279970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/05/update-009-usa.html' title='Update 009: USA.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-3598910881163129064</id><published>2010-05-02T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T15:45:33.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the Unknown?</title><content type='html'>Howdy, bloggers from cyberspace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot going on here and there's no other way to get out of it than having a good time with screams and "not really screams". My dad and I watched The Stepfather last night. Damn. It was not scary. What scared me was the thought of knowing someone like that. I don't care the hell if that person is a nanny, a stepfather, a gardener or a stepmomma. If that person tried to kill me, I'll be ready, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I would hide. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so enough with that killer talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be rude, but I honestly think that The Jonas Brothers are not that handsome. I mean, they're talented and they make good music but when you stare at them, they're not that good-looking. But you know what they say, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.&lt;/span&gt;" So maybe, there's a lot more people thinking they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; handsome which then dominated the people who thinks they are not. This is just an opinion. So yeah, if the JBros fans are going to be mad, then I'm sorry. I do think they are talented. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was visiting Mika's blog when I saw her entry about a conversation with someone from &lt;a href="http://zingled.com"&gt;Zingled&lt;/a&gt;. My cousin told me what Zingled was and tried it and I never had a good conversation with anyone. Well, I did. With one person! Mika and Yana knows who it was. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because of Mika, I visited Zingled again just now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 162, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 162, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;▲: ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;▼: STRANGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;▲:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hiya! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(56, 56, 56);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;▼:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 162, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;▲:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; How are you? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(56, 56, 56);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;▼:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dandeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 162, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;▲:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(56, 56, 56);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;▼:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have to poop. Be  right back. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 162, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;▲:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Okay.. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(56, 56, 56);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;▼:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Nevermind. ): I didn't make it to the bathroom in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 162, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;▲:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OH MY. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(56, 56, 56);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;▼:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Can you come clean  this up for me? D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 162, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;▲:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  So who's gonna clean that poop? Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 162, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;▲:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; NO WAY. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(56, 56, 56);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;▼:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Meanie. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the mean person now? Seriously? That person was the one who didn't make it to the bathroom in time and then he's the one who's asking a stranger to clean it up for him! Haha. This is making me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I don't give the people on Zingled my real name. I've only given my name to one person. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-3598910881163129064?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3598910881163129064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/05/whos-unknown.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3598910881163129064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3598910881163129064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/05/whos-unknown.html' title='Who&apos;s the Unknown?'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-7887569135910528701</id><published>2010-04-30T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T20:52:35.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update 008.</title><content type='html'>My dad, my sister and I watched Sorority Row the other night, and watched it again last night with my cousins and my mom. My mom couldn't watch with us on the first time that we did because she was at the hospital. She said her patient was someone with a brain tumor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was so gross. But it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S9mlR-qaf5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/0RA2jyuh1Zc/s320/Sorority_Row.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465581351088062354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you remember Tawny Dean from Even Stevens? Yeah, she was there. And Brianna Evigan! Julian Morris starred, too. I remember him from Cry Wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S9mlSTZSqHI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xqAbsWosFfk/s320/Julian_Morris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465581356653389938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cute, huh? Hah ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went to the mall yesterday and I saw Wency. She is so white. Not that she was dark before, but she is like Mariah white. I saw a couple of Gooseans, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am obsessed with books and I always go to a bookstore whenever I go to the mall, but I was surprised 'cause I didn't even bother to go to a bookstore yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a dermatologist earlier for my cousin's check up and then we ate at Shakey's. I visited the bookstore today and saw newly published books. Darn, I'm not updated anymore. Why? 'Cause I'm into arts and crafts lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to upload the pictures taken at the beach but I don't have Java because my computer was reformatted. Bummer. I don't want to download Java today because I just don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-7887569135910528701?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7887569135910528701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/update-008.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7887569135910528701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7887569135910528701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/update-008.html' title='Update 008.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S9mlR-qaf5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/0RA2jyuh1Zc/s72-c/Sorority_Row.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-5986104586424036559</id><published>2010-04-28T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:39:28.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comeback.</title><content type='html'>Howdy, fellow bloggers! I've been out for a couple of days 'cause the internet connection has been down. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days, I have been to several beaches, in Baguio and a couple of parties. I took tons of pictures and I will be uploading them on my Multiply for my friends to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my previous post, I said I'd be showcasing my abilities in photoshopping by accepting requests for blog layouts, twitter backgrounds, etc. So far, I have made 2 twitter backgrounds (excluding my own), one still in process and a banner still on "negotiations". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Please don't mind the large copyright on each BGs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; They're not really in the actual background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://twitter.com/bi3berfever"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://i244.photobucket.com/albums/gg24/patriciamaurie/SAMPLE1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://twitter.com/mika82095"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://i244.photobucket.com/albums/gg24/patriciamaurie/SAMPLE2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those Justin Bieber backgrounds are requests from people. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://twitter.com/PatriciaMaurie"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://i244.photobucket.com/albums/gg24/patriciamaurie/SAMPLE.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That is mine. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this would be the first time I'd be tagged. So, here it is! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give a top 10 list of the things that makes you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dancing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crafting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give a top 5 list of trivia about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm very much fascinated with snow globes and bobble-heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've always believed in the thought of me having the ability to do karate and being good at it but the truth is I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was a kid, my sister and I share a bathroom. And if I don't get in there first, I might as well forget ever seeing it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a big box in my room full of letters and little gifts from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mirror is painted. There are words (Are we ever gonna learn to fly?) from the song Angels or Devils by Dishwalla, my hand print and blog titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share the award with only 5 persons and ask them to do the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://iamrichgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rich.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   &lt;a href="http://7th-circus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angeline.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.chiminess.com/"&gt;Deanne.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   &lt;a href="http://mysilentinterlude.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ching.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   &lt;a href="http://mikapadilla.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mikaela.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Link the blog of the person who awarded you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;    &lt;a href="http://vannice95.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nice.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want backgrounds and some some: &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/2010/04/update-007-free-layouts-backgrounds-etc.html"&gt;CHECK THIS.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our internet connection is fixed, you might get updates from me everyday. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-5986104586424036559?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5986104586424036559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/comeback.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5986104586424036559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5986104586424036559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/comeback.html' title='Comeback.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-7654774866047095977</id><published>2010-04-22T14:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:34:16.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update 007: Free Layouts, Backgrounds, Etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;To keep myself busy, I'm doing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Twitter backgrounds&lt;/span&gt;, *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blog layouts (Blogger only)&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*image edits&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*any graphic designs (icons, banner, etc) &lt;/span&gt;requests for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want anything, contact me thru comments, tagboard, Twitter (@replies and DMs) or in any legal way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I would only do requests which are within my ability to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I've been spacing out, huh? Well, I like summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-7654774866047095977?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7654774866047095977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/update-007-free-layouts-backgrounds-etc.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7654774866047095977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7654774866047095977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/update-007-free-layouts-backgrounds-etc.html' title='Update 007: Free Layouts, Backgrounds, Etc.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-2606449936168333328</id><published>2010-04-18T06:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T07:06:45.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Pooper.</title><content type='html'>I've been really busy this summer. And I must admit that it's killing me. I've been trying to keep up with this blog but everytime I'd face my computer, I'd go straight to Twitter because I'm too lazy to tell a story. But I feel talkative right now, &lt;s&gt;and I'm trying to appease the Gods,&lt;/s&gt; so I'd probably tell the readers why I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a party here yesterday and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was this close to killing someone.&lt;/span&gt; I was not drunk and that's a good thing 'cause if I was, that "animal" would be dead by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kidding with Gela, Joshua, Mac, mom and dad while eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughing at Franco's words. Why you using deep words, buddeh??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gela saying "I am Mokwang!" Yeah, she wanted to be Pokwang. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mac and I eying each other and laughing because of the animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drooling over Ate Roshelle's Mac book and taking pictures. I know, I know, Hahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate Roshelle making us say "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALPHA KENNY BODY&lt;/span&gt;" while taking a video. And my momma and my auntie were like, "Alpha Kenny Body? Alpha Kenny Body? AlphakennybodyAlphaKennyBody" and after how many repetitions, my mom finally knew what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping in my room while my sister and my cousins were spraying air freshener on each other and pulling Mac's leg hair. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And while sleeping, I was dreaming. THE ANIMAL WAS DEAD. Haha. I dream such brutal things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So, Gods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry if this post is so random. I'm not in the mood to write today. Though I wanted to let something out, so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-2606449936168333328?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2606449936168333328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/party-pooper.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/2606449936168333328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/2606449936168333328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/party-pooper.html' title='Party Pooper.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-1484307164254066718</id><published>2010-04-12T19:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:28:35.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update 006.</title><content type='html'>Well, bloggers, what could I say? I was too tired to even type a single word here after having only 7 hours of sleep in 48 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to rant about something/one (which I always do) that has been bothering me and at the same time, something/one that makes me feel I am an idiot. Lately, I've been interacting with lots of people here on blogger through my tagboard and comments and I have been misspelling words and such. Yes, I am aware of my mistakes.. And I appreciate the people who tried to tell me I was wrong. Well, I was wrong because this would be the first time I would sleep for only 7 hours in two days in a row (I know, STUPID) and I didn't know that I would feel sick and woozy and even affecting how I would spell words and put links. I am not talking about this so people would take notice but to tell the people I am not really like that, I'm not saying that I don't make mistakes 'cause I do, but I am talking about this to show the people that what they have seen or saw was not really me but my stupidity. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, very idiotic. Thanks, Ate Rich for telling me it was a bad practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the mall yesterday with my dad and my sister and we saw this really huge replica of a chess board and its pieces. Could this be more amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S8MOJ_lKNvI/AAAAAAAAALw/mMYFNBTOkEY/s320/Dippin%27Dots.1570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459222738152077042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S8MMAWXdJoI/AAAAAAAAALY/SmxzqgA1On8/s320/Dippin%27Dots.1569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459220373446665858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-1484307164254066718?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1484307164254066718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/update-006.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1484307164254066718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1484307164254066718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/update-006.html' title='Update 006.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S8MOJ_lKNvI/AAAAAAAAALw/mMYFNBTOkEY/s72-c/Dippin%27Dots.1570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-1975819178797884769</id><published>2010-04-11T15:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:50:01.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Hours.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, April 10, 2010, exactly 12 am, I dared myself not to sleep. Of course it worked, until my sister and I were laughing about knock knock jokes and I felt tired of laughing and then sat on the couch then woke up after 3 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I did the same dare. April 11, 2010. I failed again, actually. I just woke up right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day and counting, I only had 7 hours of sleep as of 3:38 PM, April 11, 2010. Who knows, I might fall asleep again later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? I am so out of it today! As a result of no decent sleep, my decent thinking has been taken away, too. I've been misspelling words, putting wrong links and not knowing if I should kill. Man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I would get at least eight hours of sleep before I'm going to do it again. I'm giving myself 3 days before I do it again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-1975819178797884769?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1975819178797884769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/seven-hours.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1975819178797884769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1975819178797884769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/seven-hours.html' title='Seven Hours.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-6645078652176169077</id><published>2010-04-10T01:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T02:00:20.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clash of the Titans, Son of Rambow and All That Jazz.</title><content type='html'>My sister and I watched Clash of the Titans on April 8 while my dad watched the Book of Eli and my mom strolled around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clash of the Titans is a really good movie. From what I've said from &lt;a href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/2010/02/flicks-and-more.html"&gt;one of my posts&lt;/a&gt;, I have a crush on Jake Sully as a Na'vi and not the normal colored Jake Sully. As a cheap trick, I said I didn't have a crush on Jake Sully as the normal colored person, but I have a crush on Sam Worthington. So technically speaking, what I didn't like was his portrayal of Jake the Man but what I did like was Jake the Na'vi.. And of course Perseus. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What, what??!&lt;/span&gt; Sam Worthington's old though. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clash_of_the_Titans_%282010_film%29"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S79kVoY3D3I/AAAAAAAAALI/lD3A1ZDReTo/s320/Clashofthetitansremakeposter1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458191596178050930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERSEUS TO THE RESCUE! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie finally started after showing an endless number of movie trailers, I said "We should've watched this in 3D." Why? 'Cause it is better in 3D.. With all those falling, crawling, jumping, etc. So take my advice and watch it in 3D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you watched the movie Son of Rambow? I've watched it for how many times now and it still makes me laugh and cry even though I already know what's gonna happen next. It's a very touching movie. And it has lots of art in it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Son_of_Rambow"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S79m5byAdqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rc1V7afYqV0/s320/Son_of_Rambow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458194410292410018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Will Poulter is there, who would star as Eustace Scrubb in the upcoming film adaptation of The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, have I mentioned that I fell in love with The Chronicles of Narnia when I was a kid? All the seven books? No? Well, I did. And I am going to read it again when I finish Inkspell, then Inkdeath, then A Message in a Bottle, then A Place Called Here. HAHAHA. Long List. YESSSS!! I am done with Peter Pan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Mockingjay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go now. It's around one in the morning. I shouldn't be awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I now have a song in my blog. I've put it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-6645078652176169077?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6645078652176169077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/clash-of-titans-son-of-rambow-and-all.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/6645078652176169077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/6645078652176169077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/clash-of-titans-son-of-rambow-and-all.html' title='Clash of the Titans, Son of Rambow and All That Jazz.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S79kVoY3D3I/AAAAAAAAALI/lD3A1ZDReTo/s72-c/Clashofthetitansremakeposter1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-4661486231723708712</id><published>2010-04-07T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:59:14.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update 005.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Never Fairy.. Who are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving me the link about Peter Pan's NeverWorld.&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me who you are?&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I do believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Readers, if you happen to pass by a blog owned by "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Never Fairy&lt;/span&gt;", it would be a great help if you could give me that person's URL. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's boring me, but I'm really looking forward to that baking thing with Arianna and some unknown future outings with my friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Where are you, my friend? I think I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-4661486231723708712?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4661486231723708712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/update-005.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4661486231723708712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4661486231723708712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/update-005.html' title='Update 005.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-8176559029341941078</id><published>2010-04-06T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T01:02:44.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's MLIA and Some Possibilities.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Today, I discovered that a banana is technically a herb. Shocked, I went to go eat one but I couldn't bring myself to do it, it's just not the same anymore. MLIA"  -&lt;a href="http://mylifeisaverage.com/"&gt;My Life is Average.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This happened to me, too. Back then, I love to eat hot dogs.. When one of my friends told me hot dogs are made from worms, I stopped eating. I mean, is it even real? It's not, right? It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; made from meat, though it's not worm meat, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Let's go the point why I'm really here. I had the time to think about lots of stuff today. Some things are kind of bothering me. It's like there is something ahead of me that is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started listing the things that I'd buy for my friends when I get back there in America. Having said that, I miss it. I miss spending time with my cousins there, especially TinTin and AJ. It's like I want to live there right now so I could be with them, but the thought of also having my friends here in my own country and leaving them would hurt me. I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Cirque du Freak. I've been meaning to post this since I've seen the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Myrtle_Corbin"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7tiAnuIF8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/nbjha1NkjjE/s320/Myrtle_Corbin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457063136291461058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Myrtle Corbin (May 12, 1868 - May 6, 1928) and she participated in freak shows back in her time. What if I were her? What if I am someone like her back in their time? Would I have to be in freak shows, too? Back then, people called them creatures. They called people who are physically disabled son of Satan because they have different bodies than ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be possible for a person to fall in love with another person over the internet? Or maybe to fall for a character in a book or a movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching One Tree Hill right now. I envy Nathan and Haley's life.. not the part where Haley went on tour and having Nanny Carrie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-8176559029341941078?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8176559029341941078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/todays-mlia-and-some-possibilities.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8176559029341941078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8176559029341941078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/todays-mlia-and-some-possibilities.html' title='Today&apos;s MLIA and Some Possibilities.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7tiAnuIF8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/nbjha1NkjjE/s72-c/Myrtle_Corbin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-3697721099264296739</id><published>2010-04-05T23:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:46:31.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Ideas.</title><content type='html'>I've started reading Peter Pan two days ago. I've always loved Peter Pan since I first watched the movie back when it was first sold on DVDs. What first got me was Jeremy Sumpter. And I watched it over and over again until I fell in love with the story.  And now I'm reading the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an avid fan of The Twilight Saga, I was searching and stumbled on &lt;a href="http://www.breetanner.com/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;. It's an Eclipse Novella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans of The Twilight Saga will be enthralled by this riveting story of Bree Tanner, a character first introduced in Eclipse, and the newborn vampire world she inhabits. In another irresistible combination of danger, mystery, and romance, Stephenie Meyer tells the devastating story of Bree and the newborn army as they prepare to close in on Bella Swan and the Cullens, following their encounter to its unforgettable conclusion. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, should I be excited for this? Well, let's see. I would want to know what happened to Bree, so yeah, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished reading The Twilight Saga 2 years ago, I, myself, also wondered what would happened if I was in the position of Bella or Edward. If I were her, it would be hard for me, I mean having an extremely attractive boyfriend who's having difficulty in getting near me is a plus and another, in connection with the with latter, 'cause he could just kill me right away. And Edward, having a human who I'm in love and having someone I want to kill but I can't is hard, too. So, who should I be if it happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a new idea on how not to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; bored this summer. This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7oDmUc3YuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gR-NmsDvW3E/s320/82838067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456677855372468962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, it's kind of boring and at someways it would bore you, too, but I am planning to go through this 'till summer ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've edited and done some layouts for my friends and one of my cousins. &lt;a href="http://ayeeitschristine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Check her out.&lt;/a&gt; Be nice, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-3697721099264296739?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3697721099264296739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-ideas.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3697721099264296739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3697721099264296739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-ideas.html' title='New Ideas.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7oDmUc3YuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gR-NmsDvW3E/s72-c/82838067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-8979070952106731172</id><published>2010-04-02T22:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T13:43:56.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: A Photo Spammed Post from Beach Trip.</title><content type='html'>I just got settled from a two day beach trip with the family. It was a long drive from here to the beach resort but it is worth it. I'd be posting a couple of pictures here and all of it would be on my multiply..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are photos of myself and my clan. I only have few photos with my sister and I've already uploaded it on my multiply. This clearly states how vain I am (HAHA) If you're tired of my face, get out. LOL. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7YBLOEOc9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ElfzKEmXeDY/s320/IMG_3761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455549290871944146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7YBKoOcMrI/AAAAAAAAAI4/L6InpPs8ySk/s320/IMG_3711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455549280714240690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7YBKcUHwLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2ZWowivuBu4/s320/IMG_3665+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455549277516841138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7YBJv7Ff6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PShE3o6b0DQ/s320/IMG_3577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455549265600675746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7YJiQyRmZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Yiqj8WJhiPo/s320/IMG_3684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455558482831972754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7YJh7kf7uI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hCx_Fq6EuaE/s320/IMG_3724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455558477137047266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are clickable photos for your viewing pleasure. I shot them myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7YJhYqLAJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NJtOfS30gL0/s1600/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7YJhYqLAJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NJtOfS30gL0/s320/sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455558467765600402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7YJgtp0D7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xk7Sw1PTn60/s1600/Church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7YJgtp0D7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xk7Sw1PTn60/s320/Church.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455558456221372338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7YJf6ubUwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Dpm1KBeuSwc/s1600/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7YJf6ubUwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Dpm1KBeuSwc/s320/beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455558442550514434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I loved my two day beach trip with my family. The family played Mystery P.I. New York Fortune. My mom, literally, was playing. This would be the first time I'd see my parents play computer games, considering they only do doctor stuff on their computer. Haha. I swam with the fishes. We ate fries on the poolside while my sister was swimming. WOW. One of the best days, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this is just a random description. So wait for tomorrow, maybe I'd tell you everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Today is Good Friday and I'm grateful that I am here. Existing here is just another thing you should thank Papa Jesus for. I thank Papa Jesus because he made this day so happy for my family, for always making me healthy and for always taking care of us. Jesus sacrificed his life for us and it should always be a thing to remember. I haven't been a really good human being and I want to apologize to God about lots of things. Have a blessed Holy Week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-8979070952106731172?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8979070952106731172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/warning-photo-spammed-post-from-beach.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8979070952106731172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8979070952106731172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/warning-photo-spammed-post-from-beach.html' title='Warning: A Photo Spammed Post from Beach Trip.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7YBLOEOc9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ElfzKEmXeDY/s72-c/IMG_3761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-8216900765853211832</id><published>2010-04-01T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:32:45.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update 004.</title><content type='html'>I know. It's April 1st here already! And maybe my friends would wonder why I'm awake at like 12:03 AM. It's because I can't sleep and I'm bored and I want to drink milk right now. And maybe if I wake up tomorrow, or later, I'd be craving for chewy cheese from KFC or some waffles again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've said, I was bored and now I've come up with an idea that would make me feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25 random things about me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't sleep with my lights off 'cause I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;2) I like cheese. I love to eat cheese sandwich, cheese pizza. Anything edible with cheese on it.&lt;br /&gt;3) I like to watch action movies with my dad, drama movies with my mom and romantic comedy with my sister and fantasy by myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;4) I love coconut smoothies and at the same time I enjoy it with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;5) I love to read books. Wherever I'd go, I always have a book with me.&lt;br /&gt;6) Painting has been one of my hobbies since I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;7) I am a volleyball player and a swimmer.&lt;br /&gt;8) I like to bake cookies and cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;9) I always greet my friends at around 12:00 am during their birthday.&lt;br /&gt;10) I barf after I eat soft drinks so I seldom do so. I always drink water.&lt;br /&gt;11) I love my computer but it looks like as if, though, it had been battered since it was bought.&lt;br /&gt;12) My mobile phone has been dropped numerous times.&lt;br /&gt;13) I've never had a first dance.&lt;br /&gt;14) My lifelong dream was to tour Europe!! :)&lt;br /&gt;15) I have a dog name Choco who I don't care about. HAHA! :)&lt;br /&gt;16) I have five fishes. The three doesn't have a name. The girl fish's name is Patricia and the boy is Keith. LOL. The smallest is blind so I take care of him so much.&lt;br /&gt;17) If I would have a dog, I'd name it Bichos. I know, though, that I wouldn't not care about him. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;18) I'm always online. IM-ing with my friends. And I always text.&lt;br /&gt;19) I'm awkward, weird, curious and talkative.&lt;br /&gt;20) I am always full of stories. And if I tell you a story, you should do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;25) I love Adobe Photoshop. I love to edit photos.&lt;br /&gt;26) I believe in fairies, unicorns and Santa.&lt;br /&gt;27) I love ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;28) I've been fascinated by creatures since I've watched the Cirque du Freak: Vampire's Assistant.&lt;br /&gt;29) I  sleep with music on and leave it until I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;30) I pray before I go to sleep and wear a rosary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now! That, my friends, is the result of boredom. But I still can't sleep. So maybe I'd disturb my friends through text. But the battery is dead. So, yeah. Let's see where I end up. Update you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-8216900765853211832?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8216900765853211832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/update-004.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8216900765853211832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8216900765853211832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/04/update-004.html' title='Update 004.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-3826915766163897498</id><published>2010-03-31T15:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:36:18.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbows and Realities.</title><content type='html'>There are lack of updates in this blog because it's summer and I am lazy to do lots of things. My mind keeps on changing by the second. Sometimes, I want to read, watch or sometimes just sit and think. Last night, I was reading and suddenly my mind came to thinking of the idea that I should go on the internet and read. So, right now, I'm blogging. I am not really in the mood to do so but half of my mind tells me to and half of it keeps on telling me that I should read. This is what I did. Read what I write. If it wasn't for a friend, I wouldn't be blogging at all until summer ends. I promised Krysta that I would keep on posting updates about me so she'd know what is happening to me at the moment that's why I made her promise to me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with Mikaela awhile ago and talked about Justin Bieber and how One Tree Hill is similar to the lives of us four and some other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I already told you how my mind works right now, didn't I? As a result of boredom and my mind, this is what happened. The drawing is just a scratch and I have a better which is not yet finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7L7nWKv-cI/AAAAAAAAAIY/eQOx0WUe42w/s320/IMG_3541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454698752083229122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyhow, we're planning to go to the beach today or tomorrow. Maybe I'd be out for a couple of days or maybe my dad would bring his handy internet kit so I can still go online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm writing this word, the word "word", I'm getting sleepy. But I still have many things to say since I started this post already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new friend, by the way. His name is Maciek and he's teaching me their language in Poland. I don't personally know him so now I think he finds me annoying 'cause I ask lots of stuff about their language. But anyhoo, dziękuję! Now, I'm learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins from America will be coming back here sometime in the first week of April and they will be having a vacation. And I just knew I'd be coming back to America on May!! Yuhoo! I'd be going back here though on June. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krysta and I talked about having summer a job. And I think I'd be going on a book/literature seminar with Mika and Francis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I already have my summer vacation all mapped out. So, now. I've told you everything and I'm going to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Krysta, I know you're reading this. I'm looking forward to your posts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-3826915766163897498?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3826915766163897498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/rainbows-and-realities.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3826915766163897498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3826915766163897498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/rainbows-and-realities.html' title='Rainbows and Realities.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7L7nWKv-cI/AAAAAAAAAIY/eQOx0WUe42w/s72-c/IMG_3541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-7864381698314263685</id><published>2010-03-29T13:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:03:15.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels Like Home.</title><content type='html'>Howdy, bloggers! I haven't updated for a couple of days 'cause I just turned fifteen and there are so many things I wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have a new layout banner (it's kind of a bulletin board thing, where I pin up my favorite things and where my dreams are and where I want to go), and I decided I wouldn't be spending my days too much wearing a hair tie, I am now on the state of head bands. I also am downloading a few songs, and having said that, my title is the song Feels Like Home by Chantal Kreviazuk. I've also decided that I would always feed my five fishes especially now that I just knew that the smallest one was blind. Also, I would try reading different genres of novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, I'd just take off some time reading and just rant about how my days were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARCH 25, 2010. 12:00 AM- 11:59 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I celebrated it with my family.. They gave me a frame in which I can put all my awards and a shirt which my mom and I got the habit of calling it journey. Why? Because it has a drawing of a truck on a road pulling a balloon. Actually, that shirt is my second one but in a different color 'cause I accidentally poked the last one. My aunt was also here and her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friends. It's so much fun hearing them greet you a happy birthday, isn't it? I went to school past 10, and did some stuff for the signing of our clearance. My friends and I had lunch here at home and recorded our song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything, family! I love you and I love this day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARCH 26, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was kind of messy. Literally. I liked this day. Since there were only four girls who went to school today, there were little help for the boys. First, I painted Angelica's poster and then she left. After, the boys asked me to draw for them and it would be the painting they'd manage. I did my graduation card and Yana's. And did Louis' and half of Joshua's sand mosaic. Miggy is artistic. I am telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7BAv1JcfzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aO0BBf18W7E/s320/IMG-3480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453930339210395442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Us fooling around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7BAvZDkJvI/AAAAAAAAAII/fSVYZeU-HG8/s320/IMG-3471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453930331669538546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joshua's poster. The result of our collaboration. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-7864381698314263685?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7864381698314263685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/feels-like-home.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7864381698314263685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7864381698314263685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/feels-like-home.html' title='Feels Like Home.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S7BAv1JcfzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aO0BBf18W7E/s72-c/IMG-3480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-7934723667306769918</id><published>2010-03-24T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T03:03:54.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say No to Fifteen.</title><content type='html'>From the time I started writing this which is today, March 24, 2010, 7:56.. Only 4 hours and 3 minutes 'till I turn fifteen. Is this what, eternal damnation? Would I have to be stuck in this forever? No. But I am so hoping I could say that 'cause seriously, I don't want to grow old. I want to stay like this forever. But I can't, so I'd always be wishing I could stop aging at 27 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to make this day fun. So far, so good. I've also experienced lots of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;firsts&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE.&lt;/span&gt; I wore my first Hunger Games t-shirt for the very first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO.&lt;/span&gt; This would be the first time I'd see presidential and v-presidential candidates. Noynoy Aquino and Mar Roxas. You go, you're better than Villar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THREE.&lt;/span&gt; Having said number two, I almost "killed" my friend, Francis, because of the motorcade. Not like the "Hey, OMG, Pat almost killed Francis. Will she be sued?" No, it's like the "HAHA! Pat almost killed Francis." And hey, he already gave me his payback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR.&lt;/span&gt; I showed them my fluent English accent by impersonating Bella Swan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIVE.&lt;/span&gt; This would be the first time I'd play Tekken and win against 4 good players, Francis, Arianna, Mika and Krysta. Believe it or not, I've never really held a PSP unless I'm supervised and coached by the owner. Still, though, I always end up giving it back. Besides, I've given up on the institution of playing games when I got fond of playing the Bratz game in my cousin's PlayStation and got bored with it after days of playing back in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is that a good way to start my 15 years of age, trying to do and accidentally doing wild things? YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already decided that this summer, I'd be exploring the unexplored and doing the undone. Seriously. I've been to places before and again and again. This time, I'd tell my parents to bring me to Australia. It would be impossible, though. So my friends and I were thinking about finding a summer job and going to summer seminars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so after that word seminars, I got disconnected and I did my Arts project. So, if you're wondering why this post was just published at 10-ish, there's an answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-7934723667306769918?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7934723667306769918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/say-no-to-fourteen.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7934723667306769918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7934723667306769918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/say-no-to-fourteen.html' title='Say No to Fifteen.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-7737509881360326225</id><published>2010-03-23T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:20:59.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser.</title><content type='html'>School was hot. Movie pick: UP, though I didn't watch 'cause I have seen that movie a gazillion times, and it still reminds me of the day when I watched it, when I loved eating waffles and just being a potato couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if there is something wrong with me but I look like a tomboy earlier, which is not me and not really my usual get up. I wore a polo for preteen guys. So now you see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lazy and if I die tomorrow, it means summer is already here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recording went well, but it took us so long. I'm slumped on the computer right now but I'm not in the right behavior to rant about how recording went or how the rest of the day made me lazy. Now we need to make a music video. Pssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were "amazed" (or so they say so) by my Bella Swan accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abe started reading The Hunger Games yesterday. And she and Francis envy my Hunger Games t-shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-7737509881360326225?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7737509881360326225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/teaser.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7737509881360326225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7737509881360326225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/teaser.html' title='Teaser.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-4945071647823184055</id><published>2010-03-22T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:55:43.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spontaneous.</title><content type='html'>This day had been the same as a pretty much random day, minus school works plus movie marathons. We haven't had a pretty decent movie watching since the presentation ended until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I watched My Sister's Keeper today. It made me cry all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of good and funny things happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a very random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I got my Hunger Games t-shirt! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-4945071647823184055?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4945071647823184055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/spontaneous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4945071647823184055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4945071647823184055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/spontaneous.html' title='Spontaneous.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-7313648772957969948</id><published>2010-03-20T19:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:37:54.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update 003.</title><content type='html'>I have been off the radar at sometime now, not because I'm busy but I'm trying to watch different genres of movies in a day. So I think that would be a great thing to start summer with. Last night, I watched My Sister's Keeper and Cirque du Freak: The Vampire's Assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, those two are good movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister's Keeper is a originally a novel by Jodi Picoult. The movie has a different ending compared to the book. The movie from start to finish was so dramatic that I'd ran out of tears. I watched it with my mom considering my mom had cancer before, she said she would want to see on what would happen to the girl. Kate died in the movie, but Kate was saved in the book and Anna died. Books are always better than movies. Having said that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cirque du Freak: The Vampire's Assistant was a part of the saga Cirque du Freak by Darren Shan. But the movie was a collaboration of the first three books. The movie was fine and very interesting and now I want to see a real freak show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my last post, I said that I'd be uploading the photos from our birthday but I don't have time to do it and I am on my dad's computer right now, so I'd be uploading the photos tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We'd be back to school on Monday. Oh heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.SS. I'm trying to lessen my use of "haha"s in my posts 'cause when I read back, it makes me so irritated. Haha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-7313648772957969948?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7313648772957969948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/update-003.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7313648772957969948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7313648772957969948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/update-003.html' title='Update 003.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-4166530840370059355</id><published>2010-03-19T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T17:24:17.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Times Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 18, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francis and I celebrated our birthday together and it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER FUN&lt;/span&gt;. It's amazing that my birthday was celebrated with the people I love. I'm happy that even at the last minute, Wency went. The highlight of the day was swimming, the boys fantasizing with my sunblock (the one with the cap broken off by Francis), taking pictures and eating lots and lots of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we lounged ourselves in the water, we took pictures. After the first hour of swimming, we were hungry. Wency and I were talking about the food, wondering if it's there. The plan was my treat was going to be the entrance fees, the cottages, the chairs and the long tables. Good thing my mom bought lots of junkfoods and snacks. I was actually mad at myself for drinking two juices at a time. Haha! Apple and orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming, swimming, swimming. Our lunch was from Greenwich. This time from Francis. But before we ate our lunch, cake comes first. My mom bought the cake. We blew the candles in a way nobody had done before. By holding it. And planting it again on the cake. Haha. My candle was pink, his was blue. Then we ate chicken. As a Filipino, Mariah and I decided to eat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kamay-kamay&lt;/span&gt; and the others did so, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went back to the pool, Mariah, Pauline and I are kidding around. Haha! Me being Marimar, Kris, Slow Motion Effects Girl and Me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline and I also did a Bella and Edward photoshoot. Hahaha. We have no Edward. One photo: I was the witch, Krysta was the dead girl but still alive. Ironic much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francis and I had a coke fight with Elijah, Jessica, Ange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming again. We played on the pool. Francis, Mika, Yana and I have lots of strategies! Loser: AA's team. LOL. Haha. Swimming, swimming, swimming. Ate our snacks, pictures, sunblock. The usual, then swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this post is not very descriptive because I swear, no words could describe how my day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I'm writing this now, Francis is sleeping but it is the 19th. Happy birthday, Francis Sua! I greeted him exactly 12:00:04 am. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face is burned. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S6J8TppKTyI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XH6lixRW8Yk/s320/IMG_3326+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450055176109575970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S6J8TcNcEII/AAAAAAAAAHw/NfppuJocTyE/s320/IMG_3268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450055172503638146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S6J8SstQP7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/s8EIDFA_HxM/s320/IMG_3255+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450055159752179634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S6J9sIJFJYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wklxtFHb8zI/s320/IMG_3261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450056696125007234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being too lazy resulting to no captions. Haha. Photos would be up on my Multiply later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you, Mama and Papa! :) Thank you. Let's celebrate my birthday on the 25th just us four.&lt;br /&gt;Mama at Papa ko yan ah! Haha! Baka isipin niyo yung nasa cake. Haha. Hindi ko kapatid si Francis, maputi sya eh. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.SS. I'll be posting the video of Francis and I's candle blowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-4166530840370059355?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4166530840370059355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/two-times-party_19.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4166530840370059355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4166530840370059355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/two-times-party_19.html' title='Two Times Party!'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S6J8TppKTyI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XH6lixRW8Yk/s72-c/IMG_3326+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-6473900187303407136</id><published>2010-03-17T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:57:55.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Pool Party.</title><content type='html'>Francis would be celebrating his 15th birthday on the 19th and my birthday would be on the 25th, exactly one week from tomorrow. So, have you noticed yet what would I talk about here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! We're celebrating our birthdays tomorrow! Pool party, baby dolls! We'd be eating lots of foods and of course, swimming. I am so excited, especially we're gonna do this with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be celebrating my real birthday on the real date with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Francis! We're turning 15 together! LOL. I love you, bud! :) As a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I've missed 2 episodes of Glee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school around 8 today and I just knew that there would be no presentations. Man, I am pissed. So we did nothing today in particular today concerning school. Well there was one thing. Completions and then took pictures. Haha. I did a BooBoo Stewart shot today. That was amaazzzinggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the chance to watch Didi Benami today. And seriously? TIM URBAN IS NOT THAT GOOD. He could be an actor, but never a singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I was flipping through the channels and I read: "TWO PODS OF POOL PARTIES." Wow. Tomorrow was meant for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.SS. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOSHUA!&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for the treat. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-6473900187303407136?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6473900187303407136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/double-pool-party.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/6473900187303407136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/6473900187303407136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/double-pool-party.html' title='Double Pool Party.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-7139580023930970995</id><published>2010-03-15T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:42:18.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Must Read.</title><content type='html'>Pauline sent me this link and I want to share it to all the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.opusdeialert.com/3daysofdarkness.htm"&gt;CLICK HERE. PLEASE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT DISREGARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about the Three Days of Darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry for such a short post. I'd be uploading sometime now the pictures from March 11.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-7139580023930970995?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7139580023930970995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/must-read.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7139580023930970995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7139580023930970995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/must-read.html' title='A Must Read.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-6865488160987279099</id><published>2010-03-11T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:05:45.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Souls.</title><content type='html'>NAT killed me today. Wasn't that hard, wasn't that easy, so I say pretty average. The proctors are from Lyceum and Bright International School. They were nice and considerate unlike the other examiners who are so strict that when they see you just blinking your eyes they'd be eyeing you like something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual test in our Filipino and English subject were A LOT easier than our reviews. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After NAT, the girls and I took pictures and decided to hang out here at home. Is this the new post-school party place? LOL. We watched a horror movie, but we were not really paying attention. Some of us were on the computer, some of us were watching, some of us were video taping each other. We made our "Bohoy and Kuhrissy Shooowww." LOL. Haha. We have a parody of the Manny Villar song. Should I upload it here? I don't know. Pure embarrassment. Anyhow, in the video, I kept picking Yana's nose. Haha. Not literally.. You'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've said on my Twitter last night, I'd be having a One Tree Hill marathon.. And my title was inspired by the quote Peyton said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men at war with good and some are good struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world - six billion souls. And sometimes all you need is one. -Peyton Sawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hey, by the way.. I want you to meet a family that has affected me in my sophomore year. The Dot family. Mother Dot, Baby Dot, Father Dot, Mole Dot and Connect the Dots. Haha! This is personally dedicated for Pauline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my friends went home, we went to SM to buy Silvanas and look for the book I wanted to buy. They now have a new stock and I'd buy it after exams. My sister took pictures of me with a couple of Glee posings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-6865488160987279099?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6865488160987279099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/thousand-souls.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/6865488160987279099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/6865488160987279099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/thousand-souls.html' title='A Thousand Souls.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-3698471655417374108</id><published>2010-03-10T21:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:11:21.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After party.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so now I am fine. I take back everything I've said 'cause I feel better now but I won't really delete the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' el ll se levanta algún día, y la cosa doesn' del riñón; materia de t. Sé que soy fuerte, e I' d viva feliz con mi familia y los amigos. Falto mis primos, América y la felicidad que he experimentado. Aunque Filipinas son un lugar especial, soy feliz que allí y sabía hablar español. Como vuelvo aquí de allí, I' d trae a Mika su encanto, Krysta una sorpresa, algo para Yana, Paulina, Abegail. Todos mis amigos. Wency, Mariah, Ashley, Francis, Cielo, Ange, Joshua, Franco, Vincent, Elijah, Maribeth, Louis, Gilson, Miggy, Renz, Jessica, Diana. Y perdón a Keith. Y God' dirección de s. Aunque el A.A. faltara mi cumpleaños, soy feliz para ella. No soy fuerte, sino que estoy con ellos. Te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, that took me 30 minutes. Haha. I didn't use anything like a translator or something. So, if there are grammatical errors, sorry. You wanna know what that means? I am not Spanish, though I want to be. And if I were, my name would be "Natalia". &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, Cielo means SKY in Spanish. I just knew that now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not mad, I mean, I am, though it wouldn't stay. And I say terrible things when I am mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyhow, I'm currently addicted to Glee and Cory Monteith's voice! He is cute, too. Though rumors say he's seeing Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S5enPr7G5SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IhEMC9V8Duw/s320/4070180969_1fb0562cfb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447006162258421026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cory Monteith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow is our NAT examination. God bless us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-3698471655417374108?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3698471655417374108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/after-party.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3698471655417374108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3698471655417374108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/after-party.html' title='After party.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S5enPr7G5SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IhEMC9V8Duw/s72-c/4070180969_1fb0562cfb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-2392418581375641717</id><published>2010-03-10T21:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T02:30:06.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakshow.</title><content type='html'>This day was hot and what could make it even more stressful? DRY RUN FOR NAT EXAMINATION.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, man. When would the aircon would be fixed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning was fine. And yes, Math went well. LOL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*edited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading A Message in A Bottle. Last night, I couldn't actually read because tears are blocking my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-2392418581375641717?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2392418581375641717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/freakshow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/2392418581375641717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/2392418581375641717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/freakshow.html' title='Freakshow.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-9095077882325318893</id><published>2010-03-09T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:44:46.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lucky One.</title><content type='html'>Good evening, Keith Clayton haters, Logan Thibault lovers and Beth &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Logan supporters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I am in the state of sheer joy and excitement 'cause I just finished a novel by Nicholas Sparks: The Lucky One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AA gave me the book as her Christmas gift and I really appreciate it. I love you for giving it to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the reviews I've read about the book and Nicholas Sparks, I was moved and got to the idea that maybe this man really has magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;The book tells the story of Logan Thibault trying to..&lt;/s&gt; Na uh. You'd have to read it yourself. I was literally crying at the last part! I don't know if I'd see myself as crazy of just too engrossed in what I was reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel exhilarated right now, I don't know why but I know I haven't really done something that would require being so physically tired. Maybe the book did it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand my feelings right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-9095077882325318893?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/9095077882325318893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/lucky-one.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/9095077882325318893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/9095077882325318893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/lucky-one.html' title='The Lucky One.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-1293340666369927764</id><published>2010-03-08T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:40:42.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Lost Stars.</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, Miggy told be about him always looking at the stars at night. He told me about the three stars which sit exactly beside each other, and from then on, I always looked at the sky to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it looks amazing. I began to think of them as a family. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm almost done with The Lucky One by Nicholas Sparks. If it was real, I'd definitely fall in love with Logan Thibault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...she was struck by the simple truth that sometimes the most ordinary things could be made extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people."&lt;br /&gt;— Nicholas Sparks, The Lucky One &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? It's true, right? Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, we had a game at school that made Pauline and I do "our" victory dance which was also the BooBoo Stewart dance. As for the word victory, yes, we won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the 82nd Academy Awards right now on replay and currently streaming the Na'vi version of Ben Stiller. Haha! You go! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-1293340666369927764?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1293340666369927764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/three-lost-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1293340666369927764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1293340666369927764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/three-lost-stars.html' title='Three Lost Stars.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-5790142264484104827</id><published>2010-03-06T07:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T07:23:04.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update 002.</title><content type='html'>Good morning, bloggers here on the blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging so early because this would be our last NAT review and I just want to rant about it before it ends. I am gonna miss having Saturday with reviews with all my classmates. But what I won't miss? It would be my tardiness. It's fun though, too lazy to go to school and you bug your teacher about it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this day would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to figure out what will happen today but I'm going to be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-5790142264484104827?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5790142264484104827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/update-002.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5790142264484104827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5790142264484104827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/update-002.html' title='Update 002.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-6426564061857062880</id><published>2010-03-03T20:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:26:46.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day.</title><content type='html'>Okay. Sir Elmer just announced that the retreat would be March 18-19. So I'm happy that the Darwin family would be complete. And it's not on my birthday! We'd be spending it at Labrador and we're gonna have a tour of the white beach. AA would be there! So that would be practically the whole point here, but no. I would be happy because we're all gonna have an outing again. Well, okay. We always do, but I hope this would be like our field trip. But this maybe the thing again when we all say sorry and thank you to the people we want to say those things to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of good things happened today. I spent it with my friends and just laughed together. Library was mostly the place where we did the latter. One of the highlights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pauline:&lt;/span&gt; Hala, Pat, ang gwapo ni Percy Jackson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pat:&lt;/span&gt; Oo nga! Sayo nalang siya, akin na si BooBoo ta parehas kami kulay. Eh ikaw maputi, si Logan Lerman din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pauline:&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pat:&lt;/span&gt; Ay oo! Alam ko na! Sayo si Logan Lerman kasi parehas kayo maputi, sakin si BooBoo kasi nga brown. Ay wait, sino mas maitim, siya o ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pauline:&lt;/span&gt; Siya ata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pat:&lt;/span&gt; Ah, basta 'yun. Gwapo sya! Tapos si Elijah si Usher!&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a joke, okay? Haha. So if anyone who pass by here and got offended, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Logan, BooBoo and Usher. Srsly. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-6426564061857062880?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6426564061857062880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/6426564061857062880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/6426564061857062880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-day.html' title='My Day.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-4051934592697180770</id><published>2010-02-27T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T17:14:48.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flicks and More.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 26, 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little game of volleyball at PE. I'm happy I could play again, my arms weren't sore but a little bit unused considering the fact that the last time I played volleyball and with real competition was last 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the middle of our game, Sir Elmer called us over to have a general meeting which centered on the students' behavior before/when/after watching the movie about drug addiction, Tulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the girls, except Wency, Diana, Ashley and Mariah, had a ride with me to the mall. My uncle dropped us. When we arrived, we saw bunch of people already lining up for the movie. We had lunch at Greenwich, but now with Diana. As usual, I ordered a baked rice meal and bought a coconut shake outside the fastfood restaurant, but hauling Mika and Arianna since I let them taste my shake the last time we ate there. When we arrived, Arianna and I's pizza fries were there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD APPETIZER.&lt;/span&gt; Shareese wanted to eat with us but Ms. Cecil wouldn't want to let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. The movie starts after several repetitions of the endorsement song of Chooks to Go which I would proudly say was very irritating but was good since I'm also an eater of that chicken. At the middle of the movie, AA asked me if I'd be an addict when we're older, and I asked her back. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want to be, I WON'T BE, but it depends on how good/bad my life would be in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to the food court, which we left after AA and Krysta began to stalk people and Elijah, Mika, Yana and I went to McDonalds after several thoughts of eating at KFC. AA texted me before I opened my meal and was asking where we were, I asked them the same thing and said we were somewhere eating and the people who I'm with just said we should enjoy our meal, and besides, we were all hungry so I told AA to wait. Halfway through, we told them we were at KFC  and saw not them, but Abe. When Abe and Elijah were eating, we then told them we were at McDo and came to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we decided to head home and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY.&lt;/span&gt; I feel happy today because we don't have Saturday classes. Which resulted of swollen eyes because I slept for more than &lt;s&gt;a thousand years&lt;/s&gt; 9 hours. Since high school started, I wouldn't see that person as me cause I've been sleeping for 8 hours exactly, sometimes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few more chapters to finish Catching Fire and I'm about to start reading Inkspell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently bored today so I searched pictures of Jake Sully as a Na'vi in the hit movie Avatar. Why? Because I have a crush on him as a Na'vi. Haha. Not Jake Sully as the normal-colored human being. Good pair, below, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S4jWss1ZK2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/2TD1wDEYwOo/s320/4384037898_de16ccb588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442836213114940258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, earlier, I played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/span&gt; games in their &lt;a href="http://www.scholastic.com/thehungergames"&gt;Scholastic website&lt;/a&gt;. I can't wait for the movie and Mockingjay. For the fans, check &lt;a href="http://jabberjays.com/"&gt;this site &lt;/a&gt;and look at the banner, definitely Peeta, right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-4051934592697180770?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/4051934592697180770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/02/flicks-and-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4051934592697180770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/4051934592697180770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/02/flicks-and-more.html' title='Flicks and More.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S4jWss1ZK2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/2TD1wDEYwOo/s72-c/4384037898_de16ccb588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-2080002231779487594</id><published>2010-02-24T21:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:13:58.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SUN MON  TUE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;THU FRI SAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's the middle day of the week so maybe, instead of being sad about it, looking back, this day was very happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From now on, I am an official fan of Didi Benami! I adore her (NOT THE BISEXUAL WAYS, this has been an issue at school about that very cute Bieber boy). She has a very nice voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the happiness kicked of during this day, Mika and I were pretty pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this day, as I've told you, was happy and I found some cool pictures of me and my friends from a friend's computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S4Uw3BdYFRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_gELm_Yrxug/s320/DSC09995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441809446589699346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L-R: Pat, Pauline, Wency, Francis, Elijah,&lt;br /&gt;Mikaela and Ashley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S4Uw2Rd0vqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aIm2SWPs8XM/s320/DSC00004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441809433706675874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We should be in detention right now. Those written doesn't reflect our personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Front: Elijah (Flirt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L-R: Pat (Ass :*), Pauline (Klutz :|), Wency (Slut),&lt;br /&gt;Francis (O.o), Mika (A-hole), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mariah (Biatch),&lt;br /&gt;Ashley (Bastard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S4Uw1doiLXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/BjgNkOhqAJg/s320/DSC00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441809419792952690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The words do not reflect our personalities.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back: Elijah (Flirt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L-R: Pat (Ass :*), Pauline (Klutz :|), Wency (Slut),&lt;br /&gt;Francis (Ligas O.o),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mika (A-hole), Ashley (Bastard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S4Uw0jsKjCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MogS_njkxBM/s320/DSC00002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441809404238924834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L-R: Pat, Elijah (at the back), Pauline, Wency,&lt;br /&gt;Francis, Mika and Ashley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S4UwzxhH64I/AAAAAAAAAFw/gs-THCPQILY/s320/DSC00001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441809390770842498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L-R: Pat, Pau, Wency, Francis,&lt;br /&gt;Elijah (at the back), Mika and Ashley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S4UxaLVl7vI/AAAAAAAAAGY/GU7AImYW7FM/s320/Gulat%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441810050536828658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L-R: Pat, Pau, GILSON BLOCKING THE VIEW,&lt;br /&gt;Mika and Ashley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were joking with Shareese a while ago and one of my friends said, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUSTIN BEAVER&lt;/span&gt;". Haha! That friend also said, "What hour is it?" and Shareese was like, "No, what time is it?" Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Science, Mika and I did a remake of the song Replay which was dedicated to Reann Manding, Ms. Danna's daughter. So, below this would be the original lyrics of the song by Iyaz and below it would be our parody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Shawty's like a melody in my head&lt;br /&gt;That I can't keep out&lt;br /&gt;Got me singin' like&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na everyday&lt;br /&gt;It's like my ipod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay [2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Shorty's like a melody in my head&lt;br /&gt;That I can't keep out&lt;br /&gt;Got me singin' like&lt;br /&gt;Danna Danna (Momma Danna) everyday&lt;br /&gt;like my panty is stuck on replay, hehey, heh, heh, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-2080002231779487594?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2080002231779487594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/02/middle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/2080002231779487594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/2080002231779487594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/02/middle.html' title='Middle.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S4Uw3BdYFRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_gELm_Yrxug/s72-c/DSC09995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-5508433631471981861</id><published>2010-02-22T21:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:49:20.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fudge Balls!</title><content type='html'>My sister and I was watching iCarly awhile ago. The episode was iOwe You where Spencer helped a little sunshine girl sell fudge balls. Haha. And then guess what? I wanted fudge balls, too. So I baked some. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S4KIWng6yhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jeeW8oJBq4M/s1600-h/DSC06164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S4KIWng6yhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jeeW8oJBq4M/s400/DSC06164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441061221962533394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My fudgeballs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha! So? What do you think? Taste it, here. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I wanted to buy this book: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mysterious Benedict Society&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mysterious Benedict Society &amp;amp; the Perilous Journey&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mysterious Benedict Society &amp;amp; the Prisoner's Dilemma&lt;/span&gt;. But, I'm still thinking if I'd buy the Lovely Bones and the Almost Moon, both by Alice Sebold.. Or Shiver by IDK who. So, my first choice would be The Mysterious Benedict Society, but I don't know if it's a trilogy of something! I was searching but nothing comes up, so that still leaves me to thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-5508433631471981861?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5508433631471981861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/02/fudge-balls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5508433631471981861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5508433631471981861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/02/fudge-balls.html' title='Fudge Balls!'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S4KIWng6yhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jeeW8oJBq4M/s72-c/DSC06164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-3217276593528623975</id><published>2010-02-20T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:54:52.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update 001.</title><content type='html'>Today is the 25th reunion at school and my sister is spending her time there. I'm currently here at home and just blabbing about what comes into my mind. Though nothing is inside it right now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm texting with Shareese and Arianna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching TV awhile ago and a couple of old women auditioned and the one of them said "I am sextyone." Haha! Funny much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hunger Games third installment, Mockingjay, already has the cover art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i942.photobucket.com/albums/ad261/ElainNicholeLove/021110_mockingjay2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-3217276593528623975?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3217276593528623975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/02/update-001.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3217276593528623975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3217276593528623975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/02/update-001.html' title='Update 001.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-6292636605327299471</id><published>2010-02-20T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:16:17.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. BOOM!</title><content type='html'>Hello, folks! I passed out yesterday and the day before yesterday because I was so tired. So I'm just gonna tell you a summary of what happened at those days. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEBRUARY 18, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a mass.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a motorcade. My very first. Haha. It was so fun. We were supposed to ride on the truck with the team green people on it but then ran out of space so we ended up riding with the Nationals winner. Wuhoo. And while the parade was on going, an American man was taking pictures of Pauline and yours truly. Haha. Three times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We passed by our house and saw that the man lives around the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We decided to eat somewhere outside. I ate with Yana, Krysta, A.a. and Pauline. We piled our bags and made a new friend. Haha. I named him Dickies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went home to watch the ball games and to participate in the cheer. Haha. Green team, go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AA went home early, so as Mika. Abe, Krysta and I watched the basketball game. Green team vs. Red team. The game was awesome! Both teams scored 55 with only 5 seconds left on the clock and Mr. Casimero nailed it. Haha. Three points on the buzzer! HAHAHAHA.  Yes, we go, green! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Yuck, Man language.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEBRUARY 19, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd probably just post the video. It explains it all. Though what was hard was fixing ourselves. I love, love, love the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-6292636605327299471?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6292636605327299471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/02/5-4-3-2-1-boom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/6292636605327299471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/6292636605327299471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/02/5-4-3-2-1-boom.html' title='5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. BOOM!'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-5981273989563319493</id><published>2010-02-17T19:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T09:50:37.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Fair.</title><content type='html'>What's up, bloggers? Well, I haven't updated for a long time because I was busy. Yeah, blame the school production thingy. It's fine. And by the time we had the guts to show ourselves in front of the people, they made us practice on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did I tell you how amazing my Valentine's was? It's so freakin' great! I spent the whole day with my family and watched hot air balloons. This is my best family date ever!! Wuhoo! :) We ate snowcones, hotdogs and took tons of pictures. It was very amazing, man. I wish I could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our general rehearsal for the school presentation. We all were tired. We only spent half the day at school. So Mika, Yana, AA and I decided to go hit the movies, I wanted to watch Percy Jackson, some wanted to watch Toothfairy. Nothing happened, both were good films anyway.. So maybe I'd just watch them with my dad. (He's my movie buddy, because my mom doesn't enjoy the movies I pick.) We ended up roaming around the mall, eating lots of foods and happening to pass by some MG students. Haha. Yana and I dared each other: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE SHOULD EAT ATLEAST ONE FOOD FROM EACH STALL.&lt;/span&gt; That sucks. AA also joked that she saw Miggy. We believed her. But then.. HAHA. So we decided to do a payback. We told her we saw Joshua. We even described what he's wearing: a knee length shorts, slippers and a shirt. Haha. AA was also too stupid to believe just like us. Haha. We wanted to go home at around 5 but then ended up doing nothing so decided to go home by three. Then, we were supposed to drop Yana, Mika and AA at the station, but then made our mind to hang here at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the school mini fair. It was boring. The green team were asked to assist the little kids in the art booth. Working with them was super fun. I took pictures but I am too lazy to upload them right now so maybe I'd do it another time. Haha. Keith's brother was super duper cute, he was also great in coloring. I also had fun with Derick, we played Snake and Ladders. Haha. The two little girls, whom I forgot, was very adorable. Haha. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also this Hula booth, and AA, Krysta and Mika kept on going inside. Haha. Sir Lambert is a very good chef. A chemistry teacher could also be good in mixing ingredients. Haha. I love his kwek kwek. Wuhoooo. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were here again: Mika, AA minus Arianna plus Krysta, Abegail and Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Joshua was wearing the exact clothing that we used to describe him yesterday! Haha. I mean, we never knew he'd wear slippers. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, I gotta go to school early tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GO, TEAM GREEEEEEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.S. Shareese is a fun girl. I take back everything negative I said about her. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-5981273989563319493?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5981273989563319493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/02/mini-fair.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5981273989563319493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5981273989563319493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/02/mini-fair.html' title='Mini Fair.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-8633016666464526615</id><published>2010-02-06T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T09:16:16.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Cool Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...and three 49% suckish things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, what could top cool things? Yes. Things that is not cool for you. Mm-hmm. It's always like that, huh? Like a roller coaster, you know.. Good, bad. Happy, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Three Cool Things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday, we started doing the sand mosaic. It was pretty fun, especially when you have people you can talk to while doing it. Mine was the bird flying on top on the flower and the easter egg. I shared the table with the usual, Mika, AA and Krysta.. And Abegail. We talked about the typical high school cliques and outside of the school gangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On what started the usual movie marathon at school was the watching of Paranormal Activity. Then it went on. We watched Orphan yesterday. Man! Again, what would I say? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTRIGUIGINGGG!! &lt;/span&gt;And a little bit of engrossing if you are a fan of those kinds of movies. Well, I wasn't really watching. I was listening because I've already watched that movie. I was talking to Arianna and reading a magazine in which Logan Lerman was being talked about. He's in the movie Percy Jackson. The last movie I've seen him was at Hoot. Even then, he was still handsome. Maybe Percy Jackson and the Lightning Theif would be our next movie pick at school when the CD is already out. Hmm. I ENVY PAULINE. She already has the book. The P. Jackson book. I want it, too. Yes, Francis and I would buy it. THE SET. Right, bud? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, I was qualified for the English Quiz bee, Average. YESSSS! :) No more details needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The three 49% suckish things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, just by walking around, I saw who the worst teacher is. That teacher is mean. I hate that teacher. I hate that teacher. We all hate that teacher. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I ripped myself. We bought a jacket for our school presentation, and man, it was expensive! And I didn't really like it. Though, I had an idea on how to make it less sucky. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, my body hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with Francis and going to book fairs was fun. Wency didn't like it so much though. She kept on finding us for the practice. HAHA. Sorry, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. February 5th. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Keith! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-8633016666464526615?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8633016666464526615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-cool-things.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8633016666464526615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8633016666464526615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-cool-things.html' title='Three Cool Things.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-480985975520217682</id><published>2010-02-04T06:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T06:49:37.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update 000.</title><content type='html'>Haha. Hello. I just wanted to blog about this very interesting dream of mine. Okayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We wanted to practice for the school presentation, but we were so bummed to do so. So I was like, "Hey! Let's play real life Plants Vs. Zombies!" And Wency was like, "I wanna be the Doomshroom! Haha. Cielo said, "No, that character's mine!" And AA said, "You suck! I'd be the cherry bomb" and she really exploded! And while the others were working with red text, AA's "cherry juice" splatted over the red text, so the others' works which were typed in red ink, were blotted with cherry juice and all over, we went swimming in cherry juice. And Gilson said, "Hey! I don't want this Cherry Flavored Kool Aid! I want lime!" And then I said, "No! I want orange!" Then we had this really cool orangeball fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! Haha. That was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Yana!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-480985975520217682?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/480985975520217682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/02/update-000.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/480985975520217682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/480985975520217682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/02/update-000.html' title='Update 000.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-148906016863293273</id><published>2010-02-02T19:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:54:56.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way Back.</title><content type='html'>My classmates and I are pissed off. Not because of the outcome of our grades but how this goody goody teacher thinks that everyone likes him/her. I mean, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOAA&lt;/span&gt;, who is s/he to tell a person that they are in their own bubble of stuff and not caring about the things surrounding that person? Does s/he know us? MAN!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well. Chill. Chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read the first chapter of the Confessions of a Shopaholic. Much funnier than the movie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I chatted about where we want to be when we grow up. I said I wanted to be in Australia, some said they wanted to be in Paris. Greece was also in the topic and I just knew that Gilson had watched KC's movie with Richard which was shot in Santorini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know, but I kinda feel sad and happy and awkward altogether. Haha. We talked about Gatorade today. I don't know why but some of the boys, Abegail and I did so. It was so funny because we were talking about how I can open the bottle and Gilson can't.  I bragged about it to Miggy and I ended up being laughed at because he can also do so. Haha. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had the Sports Festival team by team meeting today and we, the sophomore girls, hung out at the canteen. Mika, Krysta, AA and I sat on a table. Miggy went near us and said, "Tabi nga ako dito sa mga sisters!" He was kidding. I was like, "Miggy! Anong cheesecake?! Anong sinasabi mo na tatabi ka sa cheesecake?" Haha. Anyhow..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Go, team green!!!&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this really great photo album and I want to show it to you, readers. It's very great and I think I have been inspired by it. Haha. No, really. It's true. Whenever I check back and see the photos, the words that'd come into my mind would be: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dreams take flight.&lt;/span&gt; I don't really know why that, I also don't see the resemblance. Haha. :) &lt;a href="http://www.almagnus.com/"&gt;CLICK HERE FOR THE PHOTO ALBUM. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's February 2! Love month. This month would be good. I know. There would be a lot of things coming this February. First, Valentine's Day. Second, Sports Festival and School Production. Third, the movie release of the book Dear John which was written by Nicholas Sparks. Last, there would be lots coming on the way! Expect happiness! I know there would be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let us talk about Charlie Green. HAHA. I've heard of him since he was first known in the WWW but I only knew him by: "Yes, he's half Filipino" thing.  BTW, www means world wide web and WWW means whole wide world. Haha. Add that to the Pat vocabulary. Okay. We start again. I've heard of him since he was first known in the WWW and I was somehow proud of a Filipino. But then, when I happen to pass by at ABS CBN last Sunday, I never knew that he was that great, yes, like freakin' great. Like "who is this singer.. OMG he's a kid" great kind of thing. Haha. I am not exagerrating. Haha. Now, I feel you don't get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am tired of ranting. I should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilson turns 15 tomorrow!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Gilson!&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know we had a fight concerning of what he'd been, but then, we've now, we're friends again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.SS. I feel worried. AA, you're gonna be fine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-148906016863293273?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/148906016863293273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/02/way-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/148906016863293273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/148906016863293273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/02/way-back.html' title='The Way Back.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-5759990847267775679</id><published>2010-01-30T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:57:49.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Blues.</title><content type='html'>Last night, my dad and I watched Sherlock Holmes together while my mom and my sister watched a different movie. My opinion? A great movie.  I enjoyed it though I fell asleep three times!! Boohoho. Rachel McAdams would forever be a great actress. We got home at about 11:30. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this morning, we had our NAT review. It sucks. It's making us tired and I don't know. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop. SCIENCE. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being late means less time.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. I was late with bunch of my classmates. After hours of what seems to be eternal torture, I went outside to look for Francis to tell him about the Percy Jackson and the Lightning thief trailer. He was with Ange at the faculty room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shareese, the new girl, was also with them. Though they're not really hanging out. We were laughing at Ms. Luz! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Leomar, whom I don't really know as a teacher but as a person, then yes, made us copy all those etceteras. Haha. Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday... we had the Sports festival meeting. Go, team green!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francis, it sucks to be you. :) Excited for the book fair? I know you are! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel awkward today! I don't even know why I type like this today.. OHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-5759990847267775679?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5759990847267775679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5759990847267775679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5759990847267775679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-blues.html' title='Saturday Blues.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-318208231490818055</id><published>2010-01-27T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:27:03.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four one one.</title><content type='html'>Practice for the school production is going well. In fact, at this moment, I am thinking about the boys' performance awhile ago. It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bummed. I'm tired. This day wasn't as fun as yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories Francis and I are doing are going smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got dance steps for L. Gaga's paparazzi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krysta and I learned something new today! Thanks to Franco. Haha. We were too curious, SHE ended up being laughed at. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang's movie pick for today was Dawn of the Dead and House of the Dead. I only watched the first half of the latter and ..Dawn of the Dead, I didn't bother to do so. Haha. I'm not in the mood to watch movies today. When Biology was up, the boys were watching Kung Fu Panda. Haha. AAW. Cute, cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I watched the first half of the movie 2012. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This may sound really stupid&lt;/span&gt;, but I think I'd believe in the theory of the Mayans, you know. Subsequent tragedies around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be a second book fair!!! Oh baby! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_SpellCheck" title="Check Spelling" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);BLOG_spellcheck();;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Check Spelling" class="gl_spell" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-318208231490818055?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/318208231490818055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/four-one-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/318208231490818055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/318208231490818055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/four-one-one.html' title='Four one one.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-1911030389880661959</id><published>2010-01-21T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:34:31.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aches.</title><content type='html'>I feel lot of aches today. Headache, body ache, heartache, foot ache, butt ache &amp;amp;&amp;amp; blablaache. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice is harder than you think. We started to hit the slopes earlier this morning. Teaching the boys equals eternal damnation. (LOL) Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go shopping today but instead I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to write the travel literature Ms. Jen asked. This is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm really pissed off. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO, SO.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Who are you to even talk like that when you know you can't even lift so much as your littlest finger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I impersonated Miggy today. Plus Keith's character whom I really don't know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, baby, baby, baby. My baby, baby. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I have to go now. My earphones are waiting for me. HAHA.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-1911030389880661959?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1911030389880661959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/aches.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1911030389880661959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1911030389880661959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/aches.html' title='Aches.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-7501143942702082752</id><published>2010-01-20T20:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:16:04.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Switchback.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;switch·back&lt;/span&gt; [swích bàk]&lt;br /&gt;noun (plural &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;switch·backs&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisty road with many hills: a road or track with many steep uphill and downhill slopes and sharp bends&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was a mess, not much a mess but part of it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice for the school production was nerve wrecking! Not because of the choreo, the singing or leaders but about how my OTHER classmates think about it. It is a production. It'll be entertaining, some are just too shallow to say they'd be embarrassed. Try acting stubborn and telling us it is so, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now that's humiliating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francis and I started writing our story &lt;s&gt;which will be published by Scholastic&lt;/s&gt;. HAHA! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wency, Francis (again) and I were asked to do a "travelogue" thing about the school for its 25th anniversary. Francis asked if we're gonna be somewhere in the credits line. Ms. Jen said no, instead we will be credited on the program list which I just saw earlier today and you know what? YEAH. It was not there. &lt;s&gt;Though I.. hmm.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we watched the half of Paranormal Activity today at school. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Renz:&lt;/span&gt; Uyy, manuod na tayo ng immortal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cielo:&lt;/span&gt; Hindi immortal yun! Paranormal!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wency, don't mind them, kk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, readers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dictionary Entry Courtesy of  &lt;b&gt;Microsoft® Encarta® 2009. © 1993-2008 Microsoft Corporation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-7501143942702082752?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7501143942702082752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/switchback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7501143942702082752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7501143942702082752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/switchback.html' title='Switchback.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-3407849152347885552</id><published>2010-01-18T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:20:49.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNAFU: Situation Normal - Always Fed Up.</title><content type='html'>Well, thanks to the great Nicholas Sparks, my title just got an A for the day=title appropriateness test. That was from his book The Lucky One which AA gave me for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very tired during the past few days. School works, practice for the school production and the watching of the redoing of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At someday last week, I watched Avatar with my dad and my sister and ate Japanese siomai at the cinema! That was a good bonding time. Speaking of the movie, it was great. It is a movie that you'd never be tired to watched even when the movie is on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, we practiced for the school production today and I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, good night, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-3407849152347885552?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3407849152347885552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/snafu-situation-normal-always-fed-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3407849152347885552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3407849152347885552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/snafu-situation-normal-always-fed-up.html' title='SNAFU: Situation Normal - Always Fed Up.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-6736827639870657056</id><published>2010-01-17T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:55:29.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless.</title><content type='html'>You know the feeling when you just want to sleep all day? Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do. I slept all day last Saturday!!! YES! Haha. Well, I'm doing it again. Good night. I'll update tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-6736827639870657056?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6736827639870657056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleepless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/6736827639870657056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/6736827639870657056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleepless.html' title='Sleepless.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-2736423319113228594</id><published>2010-01-08T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:53:50.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connections, Comments and Appreciation.</title><content type='html'>I've been receiving lots of comments from visitors who are asking me to exchange links with them, and from what I see they're in this some sort of business/promotion/doctoral/news thing that I'm still too young to know. As a payback, I'd just be posting their links here in this very entry. I know they are amazing people but I just am afraid of having to deal with people not stating their real name in the site. So I hope what I just said on the latter won't offend you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://icemap.org/"&gt;http://icemap.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amrihgunawan.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://amrihgunawan.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were very nice in completely accepting my declination. Anyways, my sentence is kind of ironic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sniet.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sniet.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But then, if you want to put me as a link, for those business/promotion/doctoral/news related people, it's fine with me. But you should always be aware of me, whether accepting or declining your exchange links offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, I've been receiving comments from a couple of sites saying that my visit just made their site beautiful. I just want you to know that I always give appreciation to those people who can make me smile in a very simple way. So, thank you. You're all simply amazing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestrealstories.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.bestrealstories.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jokesbaskets.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.jokesbaskets.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fonts-guru-onlinetrading.blogspot.com/2009/07/forex-business-guide.html#comments"&gt;http://fonts-guru-onlinetrading.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep checkin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just knew that one of my far relatives (cousin) and also one of my close friends will be auditioning on the X Factor. You go, insan! Keep your promise! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-2736423319113228594?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/2736423319113228594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/connections-comments-and-appreciation.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/2736423319113228594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/2736423319113228594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/connections-comments-and-appreciation.html' title='Connections, Comments and Appreciation.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-6713593923962758134</id><published>2010-01-06T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:55:50.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Each Second.</title><content type='html'>Pauline Therese K. Rebosa turns 15 today! She's months older than I am. Last night, I saw her mom and asked me to let all the Darwinians sign in the super duper ultra big greeting card her mom bought for her as a surprise gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During vacation, I was just as anxious as a kid waiting for her mom to change her diapers to go back to school, but then, when yesterday hit the 7.20 am, I knew it was the start of the never ending torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith's group cooked today, and they had champagne while we only had water for drinks because for the first reason,  AA is not allowed, I am not allowed, Mika is not allowed, Krysta is not allowed because of different sicknesses and second, yeah, we're not allowed.  Pretty much the same. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at school, we talked about ghosts. I don't want to tell any stories about that because it gives me the creeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Danna was in a good mood today. So, yes, our Science activity was pretty long but still, Ms. Danna allowed us to finish it until it's time to go home unlike during our previous years which meant 100 question=40 minutes. ALL RESEARCH, DRAWING AND EXPLANATION. I'm glad Science is my thing. Anyways, we'll be having a practicum tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm researching a while ago, I talked to AA about how she is not getting tired about all the works at school. Come to think of it, you really won't tired especially if what you did was memorable, like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline and I also talked about how a guy moves on and why when he finds another girl, it has a somewhat little similarity to the previous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I want to spend my life happily. I didn't know why I just said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, happy birthday, Pauline! &lt;/span&gt;ILY. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adiós.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-6713593923962758134?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6713593923962758134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/each-second.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/6713593923962758134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/6713593923962758134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/each-second.html' title='Each Second.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-702228652044288945</id><published>2010-01-05T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:24:25.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Is Average.</title><content type='html'>Howdy! I've just finished our website last night so I have nothing to worry about. Ate Patt posted this website &lt;a href="http://mylifeisaverage.com/"&gt;MLIA&lt;/a&gt;, on her Tumblr, which I've been fond of reading since I opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, I was playing with my two-and-a-half year old nephew. I asked him what he wanted to be when he grows up, and when he didn't answer, I prompted him, asking if he wanted to be a policeman or a firefighter. "No," he said immediately, looking very serious, "I'm gonna grow up to be Peter Pan." The irony of this statement was lost on him. -ANONYMOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Kiddo, if you are to be Peter Pan, bring me with you to Never Never Land? Okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This would be the first time I'd be obsessed with an actor which I know there's only .000001% chance of me meeting him,  but still. :) Well, MY LIFE IS AVERAGE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-702228652044288945?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/702228652044288945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-life-is-average.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/702228652044288945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/702228652044288945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-life-is-average.html' title='My Life Is Average.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-1270239317795261720</id><published>2010-01-04T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T01:13:57.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Laugh Like This.</title><content type='html'>This is just to let you know that we've already finished our computer project! :) Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thewaywelaugh.webs.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 48px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S0IfRos1W1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/uAxen3xR6cw/s400/logothing.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422931289151200082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep checking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-1270239317795261720?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1270239317795261720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-laugh-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1270239317795261720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1270239317795261720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-laugh-like-this.html' title='We Laugh Like This.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/S0IfRos1W1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/uAxen3xR6cw/s72-c/logothing.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-5224363486462307066</id><published>2010-01-01T12:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:04:46.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iii: A Thousand Ways.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRATITUDE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mama, Papa and my sister.&lt;/span&gt; I love you. Thanks for always being there for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cousins and Relatives esp. Tin-tin, AJ, Joshua, Mac-mac, Gelai, Kuya Pompo, Shiena, Tito Joseph, Auntie Eva etc.&lt;/span&gt; For always making me laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My teachers, Ms. Luz, Ms. Cecil etc.&lt;/span&gt; Turo parin kayo ng turo kahit makulit kami at maingay. Tsaka lagi akong niloloadan ni Ms. Luz pag emergency. :)) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muchas gracias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mikaela Padilla.&lt;/span&gt; ABA. Ang corny ko naman. Haha. Salamat sa tawanan, sa iyakan, sa kulitan at tsaka sa mga isip nating tinatawanan ang iba. HAHAHA. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merci!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AA Atanacio.&lt;/span&gt; Ay nako. Wag ka na ngang pikon. Haha. Salamat sa mga advice mo, at sa mga advice ko din kahit minsan palpak namaaaaan! :)) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Danke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krysta Montemayor. &lt;/span&gt;Sige ka lang! Gayahin mo tawa ko. Haha. Let's be fairies together. HAHAHA. Salamat sa pagpapatawa mo samin. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grazie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keith Tolete. &lt;/span&gt;Bahala ka sa buhay mo. Haha. Nakakainis ka. Salamat sa "journey". HAHA. &lt;span&gt;I miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mahalo nui loa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arianna Bautista.&lt;/span&gt; Hoy, porky. Tinulugan mo naman ako kagabi e! Haha. Nagagalit ka kasi 'di kita nareplyan?? Salamat sa food trip at tsaka sa observationsss! Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arigato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pauline Rebosa.&lt;/span&gt; Go, go, go! Manahan mo ako ng puti mo. Haha. Salamat sa mga observations. HAHAHA. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shukran gazilan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Franco del Prado and Miggy Conwi.&lt;/span&gt; Hey, buddies! Thank you kasi lagi ninyo akong pinapatawa. Pero kahit kapag tumatawa na ako e maiinis nadin ako kasi alam ninyong inis na ako. Haha. Salamat din sa lagi niyong pagiispring ng mga banat sakin lalong lalo na 'tong si Miggy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toda raba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Francis Sua.&lt;/span&gt; Salamat sa pagpapatawa, sa laging pagbibigay ng spoilers! Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamnoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abegail Guzon.&lt;/span&gt; Salamat sa lahat ng naitulong mo sakin. Hala naman. :) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obrigado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wency Apostol, Mariah Concepcion and Ashley Suyat.&lt;/span&gt; Salamat sa tawanan sa mga chika na nakakalimutan ko din. Haha.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tapad Leibh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cielo Lustina, Jessica Padilla and Angelica Garcia.&lt;/span&gt; Yo! Haha. Salamat sa mga chika chika natin, yung mga chikang nakakalimutan din. Haha. Kay Ange sa pagtawag niya sakin nun. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toa Chie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vincent Castisimo.&lt;/span&gt; Quotes. Haha! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Liels Paldies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geo Perez, CJ Sison.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Efharisto Poli!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patricia Siapno. &lt;/span&gt;Uyyy, uyyy! Haha. Thanks for the same hatred! Hahaha! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xie Xie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christa Ferrer.&lt;/span&gt; Hoy, grabe a. Haha! Ano na nga ba sinabi ko sayo? Haha! Miss you! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merci beaucoup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APOLOGIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mama and Papa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teachers. &lt;/span&gt;Alam ko pampasakit kami ng ulo. HAHA.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keith Tolete. &lt;/span&gt;Hindi ko na 'to papahabain kasi may kasalanan ka din. Ay, ang sama ko. Basta 'yun. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Droevig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashley Suyat.&lt;/span&gt; Eh! Haha. Sorry sa nangyari satin. Just keep flying. Haha.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Désolé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mariah Concepcion and Wency Apostol.&lt;/span&gt; Sorry sa mga nangyari satin. Parang naging tayo. HAHA. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Traurig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diana Ocampo.&lt;/span&gt; Sorry kasi lagi kitang inaaway. Haha. Di talaga tayo match, ever. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spiacente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AA Atanacio.&lt;/span&gt; Sorry, *****. Aiee! Hahaha! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pesaroso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jessica Paulino.&lt;/span&gt; Kasi lagi kitang inaasar na you know. Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apesadumbrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Renz Chua.&lt;/span&gt; Uto uto ka naman kasi. Bagtit. Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Patawad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And for all of those na nakaalitan ko, inaaway ko at sa mga nakaaway ko.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Naaalala ko dito si Ate Dasha Mones, Kuya Paolo delos Santos at si Kris Catacutan.)&lt;/span&gt; SORRY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL THAT JAZZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD, THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt; For giving us another year. Yeyy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keith.&lt;/span&gt; Do you remember when you said you'd never forget this day because of what you did? Hope it doesn't give you hell. Pangit isipin e. Haha. Kain ka nga. Kainis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krysta. &lt;/span&gt;Naaalala mo yung "I'm a fashionista!!" mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arianna. &lt;/span&gt;Laos na banana cue yan ano? Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hannah. &lt;/span&gt;Bumalik ka na dito. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pauline.&lt;/span&gt; LBM daw sabi ni Yanaaaaa! Hahaha. Ice cream pa tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryanna Ang Angco.&lt;/span&gt; Nice meeting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louis.&lt;/span&gt; Englishing, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miggy.&lt;/span&gt; Tinatanong mo kung side car ako? HAHAHA. Miggy love Ninaaaaaaa! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Franco.&lt;/span&gt; Yung kamay mo ulit ah? Haha. Sa susunod nakalabas na yung bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wency.&lt;/span&gt; Di na kita babanggahin ng pintuan. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;canteen.&lt;/span&gt; Magmura na nga kayo. Ang mahal mahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keith, Miggy, Wency&lt;/span&gt;. Naaalala niyo si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kris&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joshua.&lt;/span&gt; Costa Rica, baybeh! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Former MG Students.&lt;/span&gt; I miss you, esp. Mara Liza, Laureana, Mayo, Bea, Ian etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy new year! ILY! :D&lt;br /&gt;Bayaan niyo na kung may wrong spelling ako ta masaya ako ngayon! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-5224363486462307066?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5224363486462307066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/iii-thousand-ways.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5224363486462307066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5224363486462307066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2010/01/iii-thousand-ways.html' title='iii: A Thousand Ways.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-5271169193809161104</id><published>2009-12-30T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:05:27.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i and ii.</title><content type='html'>From what I have said on my previous post.. I told you that I'd write all the stories I owe you, eyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How my post Christmas was? Well.. I watched a movie! Haha. Yes. I watched two movies with my cousins and my sister. The first one was Final Destination 4, yes again, very gooey. And after, we watched a Thai Movie called Power Kids. I didn't know why we did but it turned out pretty fun. It was on translations. Haha. So we kept reading and reading, and we kept thinking, "can they understand us ,too?" We ate lots of food that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The party was for my dad and his batch mates when he was in high school. My cousins and I took pictures and "jump shots" of ourselves. I don't know what to call those pictures and I think people use that in basketball, right? I don't know! Haha. Sadly, I sprained my leg. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of separating the Gratitudes, Apologies, All that Jazz thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-5271169193809161104?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/5271169193809161104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/ii-and-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5271169193809161104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/5271169193809161104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/ii-and-ii.html' title='i and ii.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-7654396214671411565</id><published>2009-12-30T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T01:03:47.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-it.</title><content type='html'>Hey, everyone. Just wanted to blab about the stories I owe you.. And what happened the night of December 28. Don't be too confused 'cause the time Imma start writing the posts-I-owe-you-eyers, I'd think of a great starter which is practically the date when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe you my words about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First.&lt;/span&gt; How my post-Christmas went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second. &lt;/span&gt;The party celebrated here last December 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third.&lt;/span&gt; My Gratitude, Apology and All That Jazz post. I'd do it before the end of the year. I already knew the people I needed to thank and the people I needed to say sorry, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. The night of December 28, my mom, my sister and I watched the Orphan!!!! YES!! That was a lifelong dream of mine, okay, kidding. But, seriously, I wanted to watch that movie so badly! But thanks to our boy, who is also my papa's assistant when working at the hospital, I forced him to go to that movie rentals store!!! I don't know what makes me so stoked about telling you, readers, about it! Haha. And do you notice all this (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;)? Yes? Well, I've never really written something with so much enthusiasm, let alone for a freakin', psychotic movie! I mean, I don't even watch gooey movies and FYI, in case &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; after I do so, I always end up hating myself and regretting because I watched those films. Haha. Oh wow. That movie is so intriguing. I'd rather have a psycho stalkerazzi wandering around our streets and even inside our house than an innocent and looking like a little girl. LOOKING MEANT LITERAL. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later would be my cousin's christening and to let you know, she's already 7. WHAT?! I was like christened when I can't even talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta La Vista, readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-7654396214671411565?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7654396214671411565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7654396214671411565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7654396214671411565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-it.html' title='Post-it.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-837175737217830450</id><published>2009-12-26T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:03:03.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas.</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted any update from my Christmas celebration and I would like to make it up to you, readers and my blog followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas was not the same at all. Christmas Eve was always smoothly planned until my lola came back from America. My family and I celebrated Christmas Eve with just us four and celebrate Christmas morning with the relatives. But not this year, one of my cousins, whose family moved to New Zealand a few months ago, celebrated Christmas with us. And my other cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I admit, there are a lot of "mistakes" my dad's brother made and I don't even know if those made our clan, shameful.. Especially because my uncle is a doctor and so are my parents. What the-.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After midnight, we opened the gifts my parents gave. I got a pretty blouse from Mossimo. :)&lt;br /&gt;Wala pa ako regalo kasi ang bagal bagal namang magpaprint, I got my gift for them just 4:00 PM kasi pumunta pa akong SM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to my lola's house to celebrate Christmas and took pictures of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if all my posts lately are very quirky and very idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"At Christmas, all roads lead home."&lt;br /&gt;-Marjorie Holmes&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, whoever Marjorie Holmes is/was, she's right. 100% right. And by the way, that's exactly the quote I picked for our schoolroom theme. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like last year, I'd be posting about my Gratitudes, Apologies and Etcetera things I want to say before I end the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-837175737217830450?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/837175737217830450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/837175737217830450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/837175737217830450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-3644380349980280635</id><published>2009-12-24T10:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:44:21.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before Midnight.</title><content type='html'>I was at Gerry's Grill last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new layout. And yeee, ang super feeler ko naman sa picture. AHAHA. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/SzLVky4Y63I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7AUTi73aECE/s400/Tralalapic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418628129790421874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My previous layout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well. Sabi nga ni Pauline 'nung party, vain nga ang mga tao. :) No, the real reason is because my mom wanted to see me wearing it, pero yung shirt ko na white, wala na, and then hey! Why not use this photo as a banner? Fairy outfit ko yan. Hahaha. Well. YUP. Still vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is tomorrow. YAY! Just wanted to make a quick post about my layout, my activity in MCF and Plants Vs. Zombies and say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've received a lot of cool gifts lately, not to mention, CUTE. :)&lt;/span&gt; I'd post pictures of them later or maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sinong may copy dito ng MCF: Return to Ravenhearst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-3644380349980280635?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/3644380349980280635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/before-midnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3644380349980280635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/3644380349980280635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/before-midnight.html' title='Before Midnight.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/SzLVky4Y63I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7AUTi73aECE/s72-c/Tralalapic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-1100546343692322603</id><published>2009-12-22T11:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:45:20.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi, people from the World Wide Web and the Whole Wide World! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked cookies yesterday and I was tired so I never had the chance to blab about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..And that leaves me doing it today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom asked me to bake cookies for her gifts to her fellow doctors and I decided not just those circle cookies, I wanted it to look fun. Sooooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/SzA8DnsY3hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sRI1CmPk1bk/s400/IMG_2187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417896384619142674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TADAAA! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snowman and a Christmas Tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/SzA8DwdCHaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dOZzAqWJwMc/s400/IMG_2198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417896386970656162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The baskets are included with the cookies. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, what do you think? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-1100546343692322603?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1100546343692322603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1100546343692322603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1100546343692322603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/cookies.html' title='Cookies.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/SzA8DnsY3hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sRI1CmPk1bk/s72-c/IMG_2187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-1231957749541734792</id><published>2009-12-20T21:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:48:02.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darwin's Christmas Carol.</title><content type='html'>Hey, bloggers from the WWW! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated for three days because I was busy with Christmas stuff, so, as a payback, I'd post pictures right away and tell stories about what happened during our Christmas party during the 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our room had 3 themes. The first was the Christmas ball theme on the Center, the Family-Friends theme on the side and the Bethlehem theme on the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first event was the room judging, Keith was Santa and Pauline was angel Gabriel. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA FOR PAULINE! &lt;/span&gt;Keith wasn't wearing a Santa outfit though. We, Mika, AA and Krysta were in the enemies-to-become-friends scene. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Subsequently after the room judging was the Christmas carol and the Christmas play. My role was the quirky Fairy of the Christmas Past, Yana was the Fairy of the Christmas Present and Krysta was the Fairy of the Christmas Future. Pauline was the Eden, if referring to the Barbie movie or Scrooge, if referring directly to the original Charles Dickens literary piece. For the Christmas carol, I'd rate our performance 1 compared to the other year levels. Haha. Pauline, Aa, I and Elijah were the "lead", and I don't know why. Our minds were empty. Hahaha. We ended up singing the always famous Ang Pasko ay Sumapit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The play was fun! We practiced the play on the same day we're going to perform it! And the good news is, we memorized all our lines and it was very well and from other's comments, it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The boys ate at Shakey's so the girls were left eating with no plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After lunch, the boys went back and we were bored and made chika chika and played games and had water fight! YAYYY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Here are some of the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/Sy4y_R3PcKI/AAAAAAAAADk/3hg8rJe-Vqc/s400/DSC04927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417323464481534114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before the play. Wearing my simple fairy outfit. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/Sy4y-7YCA1I/AAAAAAAAADc/dqmuQUWxTqk/s400/DSC04918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417323458445050706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L-R (above) : A.A., Ashley, Me and Krysta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(below): Mikaela and Mariah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/Sy4y_g7snmI/AAAAAAAAADs/6Xq5u_JXfu8/s400/DSC04955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417323468526755426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After the play.&lt;br /&gt;L-R: Krysta, Me, Yana, AA, Pauline and Mika below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the photos are on my &lt;a href="http://patriciamaurie.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt; page so it's for my Multiply contacts only. :) So, add me if you want to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already gave my gift for Miggy and Nina as a payback for the Esprit shirt they gave me last year. Yes, ESPRIT. :) I gave Mika a photo clamp and Krysta a picture frame. AA gave me the Nicholas Sparks book I've always wanted and Abe also gave me a book from the same author. Ashley gave me a box and a cute tiny, stuffed toy from Blue Magic. THANKS, GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. About my way of writing, it's not really like this but I'm kind of in a rush because I think I'll bake cookies after this or maybe watch movies. Bbye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.SS. Kilig ako ng play at carol! YEEE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-1231957749541734792?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1231957749541734792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/darwins-christmas-carol.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1231957749541734792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1231957749541734792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/darwins-christmas-carol.html' title='Darwin&apos;s Christmas Carol.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/Sy4y_R3PcKI/AAAAAAAAADk/3hg8rJe-Vqc/s72-c/DSC04927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-6468823346540079065</id><published>2009-12-17T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:47:45.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifteenth of December.</title><content type='html'>December 15th was the death anniversary of my sister and the day before was her birthday. So, as for you, readers, to know, her name is Ma. Almira. (: We celebrated both her birthday and death anniversary on this day and went to my Aunt's house. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/SypD3jZoZ_I/AAAAAAAAADU/QxZgfU5Hecs/s400/strap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416216123541055474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/SypD3Z0dilI/AAAAAAAAADM/EKUNlohQ5qs/s400/chess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416216120969235026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thisispatriciamaurie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/SypD3NC-ZsI/AAAAAAAAADE/4w4DbO-esdQ/s400/ball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416216117540447938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment me about what you think! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Pray for us tomorrow, it's the room judging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.SS. Hala, the room judging was unexpected, kala namin sa Monday. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-6468823346540079065?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/6468823346540079065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/fifteenth-of-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/6468823346540079065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/6468823346540079065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/fifteenth-of-december.html' title='Fifteenth of December.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/SypD3jZoZ_I/AAAAAAAAADU/QxZgfU5Hecs/s72-c/strap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-9072576531997513288</id><published>2009-12-14T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:36:17.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picturesque.</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated on the past couple of days because I had a hectic schedule. My last post was on Thursday and I want to tell you, readers, what has happened to me during the past days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our MAPEH, of course, and as usual, Mr. Lamberto would not let us play volleyball unless it's our lesson. We had a quiz in Journalism and took our practical exam in Science. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SATURDAY-SUNDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAT Review. AA and Mika were pissed so to lighten their mood, we played good morning Mickey Mouse tapos nadapa si AA! Hahah. :D After NAT review, Mika, AA and Krysta went to our house to shoot our infomercial. Then we went straight to Manila, went to Star City, slept at my uncle's home, went shopping and went home. I already have my gift for Miggy, Krysta and Franco. Yey! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was the same. And after, I went to my aunt's house and took pictures. Hahaha. I was bored and I did nothing there. :) I'm going to post the pictures maybe later or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am very sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-9072576531997513288?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/9072576531997513288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/picturesque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/9072576531997513288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/9072576531997513288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/picturesque.html' title='Picturesque.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-871834197976525515</id><published>2009-12-10T21:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:35:03.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work this Out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YESTERDAY, which seemed like 500 years ago. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Leomar was not around and that was a pretty good news to hear. I already went to school  and maybe, my welcoming committee wanted this grand welcoming of mine so they kicked him out. No, kidding. Though I really want a welcoming committee. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group of Abegail in TLE cooked yesterday and VOILA! their meals were very yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Pauline gave me a get-well-soon gift yesterday and I want you, readers, to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/SyD2t55a-XI/AAAAAAAAACc/I7dFRo2f4aQ/s400/IMG_2128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413598020595546482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from Blue Magic and I really, really appreciate it! Of course, l-o-v-e comes right next to appreciate. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks, Pauline!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this day, my group mates and I cooked but first, my fictional welcoming committee forgot to hide Sir Leomar. Haha. We discussed math things and continued with the cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mika and Krysta grilled potatoes! It is so yummy and I am not just saying that 'cause they are my mates. I was in charge of the international main dish. Actually, I do not know what it is called. Haha. AA took over the local dish. She marinated the boneless bangus. Thanks for those who helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a petty fight a while ago and thankfully, it is now resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;Cielo, sorry dahil nasagot kita ng ganun. Mainit kasi ulo ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.SS. The I-Galileo students will have a new classmate by Monday. As what Ms. Danna have told us a while ago, she is 15 years old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-871834197976525515?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/871834197976525515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/work-this-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/871834197976525515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/871834197976525515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/work-this-out.html' title='Work this Out.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/SyD2t55a-XI/AAAAAAAAACc/I7dFRo2f4aQ/s72-c/IMG_2128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-7595181087963227946</id><published>2009-12-08T14:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:49:09.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions: Maguindanao Massacre.</title><content type='html'>Hey, everyone! I'm almost done with my reaction paper in APAN about the Maguindanao massacre, though I still need a page to complete it. We have no classes today. So I am taking my time off to blog and ask you, readers, about your opinions. Anonymous or not, just comment. And please give me loads and loads. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-7595181087963227946?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/7595181087963227946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/opinions-maguindanao-massacre.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7595181087963227946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/7595181087963227946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/opinions-maguindanao-massacre.html' title='Opinions: Maguindanao Massacre.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-1559850089137809153</id><published>2009-12-07T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:54:55.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Blues.</title><content type='html'>I was absent today for some personal reasons. Though I was, I took the time finishing my reaction paper and annoying my classmates by texting them. ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored so I kept on watching movies. At this moment, The Grudge 3 is playing. A while ago was Year One. O, hail, Jack Black and Michael Cera. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one of my previous days, I also watched Zombieland and Bring it on: Fight to the Finish. &lt;b&gt;JESSE EISENBERG IS CUTE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franco, Alfonso and Tito Franco were here a while ago for Franco's casting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Thornton Wilder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I already changed my blog title. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-1559850089137809153?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/1559850089137809153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/school-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1559850089137809153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/1559850089137809153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/school-blues.html' title='School Blues.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395704106480076597.post-8122500548915993040</id><published>2009-12-05T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:51:28.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Away.</title><content type='html'>Bloggers! I haven't updated for days because I was grounded. So, right now, Imma try to tell you everything what happened the past few days. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DECEMBER 1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was card day and I ended up being &lt;i&gt;hmm&lt;/i&gt;. I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; think it is an embarrassment considering I was 5th when I graduated elementary. Congratulations, though, for those who topped me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DECEMBER 2- DECEMBER 3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examinations. Wow. Difficulty dominated the floor on the room. With a couple of tantrums and &lt;i&gt;blahs.&lt;/i&gt; Mostly hung out with the girls on the last day, ate dirty ice cream (for those international readers, it's not really dirty. SORBETES as we call it here. Though we prefer dirty ice cream. ü), talked about Joshua Dionisio, which Mariah and I thought is now &lt;i&gt;boo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DECEMBER 4.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Went to PSU for a seminar. My momma gave us a lift. &lt;i&gt;Us&lt;/i&gt; means Jessica, who was in the front, because according to my mom, was big to be seated at the back, I, Yana, AA and Krysta.&lt;br /&gt;The lecture was boring. The girls and I toured PSU without the knowledge of our teacher, Sir Elmer. Mika was not present because she's sick, same as the last day of exams. We took lots of pictures and Imma post it here soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TODAY, DECEMBER 5.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our NAT review today, and only five are present. Haha! Beat that, bozos. I didn't consider, Wency, Cielo and Francis 'cause they were there particularly for a news broadcasting practice. Ms. Jen discussed about figurative speech and told us a lot of examples. Three examples which I remembered from the 5, are going to be our blog titles. HA!&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet Reality, mine. Deafening Silence, Mika's. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Burning in the Rain, AA's. Oooh, burning. Haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;2:30 daw kami uuwi kasi maingay kami. I think you now know who attended + Jessica. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am searching for the latest news about Maguindanao massacre because our APAN teacher asked us to do a reaction paper about it. WORSE? It is going to be a 5-page, handwritten, normal penmanship size and spacing and neatly finished paper. Well?! :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, my NAT buddies for the day were just talking about Baguio.. Guess what? I'm going tomorrow!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395704106480076597-8122500548915993040?l=allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/feeds/8122500548915993040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/walk-away.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8122500548915993040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395704106480076597/posts/default/8122500548915993040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaroundpatricia.blogspot.com/2009/12/walk-away.html' title='Walk Away.'/><author><name>Patricia Maurie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ea_E4Q7mc0A/TRmLxiCQRqI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KzicUAmWhjY/S220/tumblr_le388lSkDI1qbkyx0o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
